21 August 2012
Two thousand years ago, when history was new Where palm trees grow, and debts of man were due On a cot made of hay, in a stable far from harm A new born baby lay, full of peace and full of charm
His mother held him close, while men gathered round In their infant host, a saviour they had found His love was in the air, his future they couldn't guess The baby that lay there, would be the one to bless
The innocence of child, will never be lost Born both pure and mild, before sin casts its cost One day a child will cry, a world will again rejoice The star will light the sky, when he finds his voice.
Child • Opuss № I