The Blessed Christ Child

    “The Blessed Christ Child,” Friend, Dec. 2006, 13

    The Blessed Christ Child

    When angels came that holy night,

    They did not visit kings;

    A large and glorious army

    Never heard them sing.

    It was not in a palace

    The angels came to earth—

    But on a lonely hillside

    They told of Jesus’s birth.

    They appeared to humble shepherds

    Tending their flocks by night

    And told them of the Christ child

    While the star shone so bright.

    If we can be like shepherds,

    Humble, pure, and mild,

    We, too, can know the Savior,

    Once the blessed Christ child.

    Nativity © Cary Henrie; do not copy