The Christ Child

Norman Agatep

So many years a-go, a Child was born
But He wasn’t like any child ever known
He lay in a manger, not a crib made of gold
And the royal nursery was a stable of old

Though He didn’t have to be poor
A King such as He could afford so much more
And have all the wealth, and rule all the earth
He was instead born a carpenter’s son.

And while He lay there, some shepherds arrived,
And in their simple hearts they knew that He had ar- rived.
Though there were no trumpets, no fanfare to announce,
The glorious star told them what it was about.


Then suddenly there came a light,
The angels came over to pay Him His rights.
They knew He was King, they knew He had might.
He was the one they called the Christ.

And so the Scriptures wrote of the Christ Child.
Whose birth en?eshed the promise of eternal life,
In lsrael’s Bethlehem 3 history unfolds.
So many years ago, a Child was born.
He was the universal King whom everyone scorned.
But thousands of years after that
They learned to adore the most eminent fact
That He was with us, that He lived for us.
He was the one they called the Christ.

But thousands of years after that
They learned to adore the most eminent fact
That He was with us, that He lived for us.
He is the Christ, there is no doubt. Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah Oh.