A young boy lay inside a cave —
Just born two hours before.
He wakes to find His mother near
And shepherds at the door.
She looks at her Son lovingly —
Such tiny hands and feet.
She leans to kiss the Savior’s brow —
The prophets’ words complete.
Then Mary holds Him in her arms
Against the night to come.
She longs to show the world her Son
And take her Child home.
A young man lay inside a grave —
Just died two days before.
He wakes to find His Father near
And angels at the door.
He looks at His Son lovingly —
His wounded hands and feet,
The brow that bore the crown of thorns —
Salvation’s plan complete.
Now Jesus stands with open arms
And bids the nations come.
He longs to show the world His love
And take His children home.