Christmas Lullaby

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Hush little baby,
Sleeping in the hay.
Mary’s resting near you,
Pondering the day.

Angels sang your glory,
Shepherds marked your birth.
The tiny baby Jesus,
God come to Earth.

Hush little baby,
Sleeping in the hay.
Mary’s resting near you,
Pondering the day.

A world awaits your coming,
The Earth paused in praise,
So rest, baby Jesus,
Newborn Ancient of Days.

Hush little baby,
Sleeping in the hay.
Mary’s resting near you,
Pondering the day.

Magi came to honor,
Delighted by a star.
Wise men came to worship
The king that you are.

Hush little baby,
Sleeping in the hay.
Mary’s resting near you,
Pondering the day.

The world can not contain you,
Tiny baby boy,
Resting in a manger,
While angels sing your joy.

Hush little baby,
Sleeping in the hay.
Mary’s resting near you,
Pondering the day.

Advent 4, The Wooden Nativity

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We take each piece,
Unpack each part,
Place it firmly in the tableau.
We set the scene,
Arrange the stage,
To remind us of long ago.

Angel, shepherd,
Sheep and cow,
Camel, donkey, wise men three,
Mary, Joseph,
Manger, child,
Neatly set for all to see.

The star is shining
From high above
On this wooden nativity,
As we remember
The Lord of Love
Who came to earth to set us free.

We sing the songs,
The carols raise.
Repeated each from year to year.
Glorias,
Like angels sang,
We sing on earth for all to hear.

“Welcome, Jesus!”
Now we sing,
The carols learned from long ago.
The manger child
Was born a King.
Remind us still through this tableau.

The star is shining
From high above
On this wooden nativity,
As we remember
The Lord of Love
Who came to earth to set us free.

Advent 3 — Riding Down to Bethlehem

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Riding down to Bethlehem
Joseph and Mary went,
There to be born in Bethlehem
The babe whom Heaven sent.

Riding up to Jerusalem
The King whom Heaven adored.
There to die in Jerusalem,
The ever living Lord.

Riding down to Bethlehem
Upon a donkey’s foal
Seeking shelter in Bethlehem
For the one who sheltered all.

Riding up to Jerusalem
Upon a donkey’s colt.
They laid their coats in Jerusalem
So his feet would feel no jolt.

Riding down to Bethlehem
They found a manger stall
And shepherds came to Bethlehem
To worship the Lord of All.

Riding up to Jerusalem
The crowd would not be still.
But if no one spoke in Jerusalem,
The praise would ring out still.

Riding down to Bethlehem
Magi and wise men came.
Gifts they brought to Bethlehem
To the one who’s ever the same.

Riding up to Jerusalem,
He wished to gather them
Under his wings in Jerusalem,
Just like a mother hen.

Riding down to Bethlehem,
Mary pondered what she saw.
Wondering in Bethlehem,
What would come of it all?

Riding up in Jerusalem,
The crowds faded away.
But Judas stood in Jerusalem,
Making a choice that day.

Advent 2 – The Shepherds Waited in the Fields

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The shepherds waited in the fields,
Watching their sheep by night,
When suddenly an angel came,
Glorious in their sight.

“Fear not, men!” the angel called.
“Good news is coming your way.
For up in yonder David’s town,
A saviour is born this day!”

A saviour is born in Bethlehem.
Hear what the angels say:
Worship the King born in a stall,
Bow down to him this day.

And with the angel then appeared
A host, a heavenly crowd,
Who joyfully shouted o’er the field,
And praised the Lord aloud.

“Glory be to God on High,
The King of Highest Heaven.
And peace to men who dwell on Earth,
To whom his favor is given.”

A saviour is born in Bethlehem.
Hear what the angels say:
Worship the King born in a stall,
Bow down to him this day.

The shepherds heeded the Angel’s words,
And ran to David’s town
And bowed to the babe in a manger laid,
And spread the news around.

Mary heard the shepherds’ tale,
And pondered what it meant.
That angels would declare her child
A king from heaven sent.

A saviour is born in Bethlehem.
Hear what the angels say:
Worship the King born in a stall,
Bow down to him this day.

Waiting (Advent)

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Through the ages, the world waited,
Not knowing what was to come.
Springtime, harvest, heat and snow,
Looking unknowing for the One.

Songs and psalms and verses
Proclaimed his coming days,
Though few could understand them,
Or see his coming ways.

In slavery, they raised their heads,
In exile, in fear, oppressed,
Seeking the sword that would free them,
And bring them peace and rest.

But instead there came a child,
Born into a manger stall.
Shepherds came to worship
The babe who was Lord of All.

Who can understand it all?
A poor child, not a king.
What difference could this child make?
But to him the world still sings.