Little Baby

 Two tiny feet wrapped up against the cold in Bethlehem,

That knew no weight or felt no pain, as they would later do.

The weariness of walking miles to find some poor, lost soul,

The feet that walked on water and climbed the mountains too.

 

Chorus

Little Baby, did You know, was it in Your mind?

Did you know what lay before You, did You know You lived to die?

And did You know then that You’d live again,

To reign as Prince of Life- little Baby, did You know?

 

Those little hands that clutch the air, as every baby’s do,

Would someday touch the leprous man that no one would go near.

The gentle hands that washed men’s feet in such a lowly way,

And flinched with pain when clumsy Roman nails pierced them through.

 

The chubby arms Your mother swaddles close up to Your chest,

Will grow to hold another child with gentle tenderness.

Those mighty arms that rose in all the might of majesty,

To quell the raging, violent storm and soothe the surging sea.

 

The tiny One His parents had to hide to save His life,

Amidst the cruel Herod’s slaughter of the innocents.

And as a Man He did not try to save Himself from death,

And yet He’ll stand as Lord and King of all the Universe.

 

Mark Humber 21^st July 2003

The Father Watched

 

Father, You watched as He walked by,

Helping and healing on this earth.

You watched Him suffer, heard His cry

And yet, You could not intervene-

But only watch.

You saw Him bear His cross’s load

To go to die at Calvary,

On that so long and painful road,

When nails were driven through His hands

You saw His pain.

But when that dreadful hour was come,

Our Jesus had to bear our sins.

The Father blackened out the sun,

So none could see the Crucified

Give up His life.

The Father waits and watches us,

And sees each sorrow, every pain.

He looks to see in each loved face

The likeness of His firstborn Son

Shine out for Him.

Mark Humber 1/3/2003

 From impressions gained from a preaching by Steve Keating at Punchbowl Christian Centre, Launceston