The Son
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.