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