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Show This Baby grew to be a man, Strong and wise and kind; He blessed each little child like you. Me healed the sick and blind. Me taught the people to do right; He prayed for everyone. Then Me went back into His heav'n, Up where the stars are hung." "He'll come again," my Mommy says. No one can know just when. , But probably it won't be long, Then we'll have peace again. Contributed Anonymous You'll find Him wrapped in swadling clothes Tucked snugly in a manger. The shepherds took their precious lambs As gifts for the wee stranger. Wise men had watched for many years To see a new born star; Th s night they saw a wondrous light Shining from afar. "It is the star. He has been born! Our Savior Christ, our King I Let's hurry, we must find the Babe Of whom the angels sing." The wise men followed the bright star; It pently led the way And stood above the bed, In which the baby lay. BES1DE THE CHRISTMAS TREE Last niht we trimmed our Christmas Christ-mas tree It's such a lovely sight. We placed on every single branch A colored crystal light. We hung a brilliant yellow star Way up on top so high, When I look up, I most believe The star is in the sky. Then Mommy sat right close to me, We watched the pretty glow Of crystal balls and shining lights She asked me, "Do you know The story of the Christmas Star)" And then she said to me, "Come Darling, lets sit here and talk m . Beside the Christmas Tree." "Once in a land far far away On that first Christmas night The shepherds caring for their sheep Beheld a wondrous light. And angels came right down to earth And sang a song of joy; They told the shepherds of the birth Of a tiny baby 'boy, J |