Every time a child is born
Christ is born anew.
You've strung the Old upon a cross,
A lesson for to view.
It had to be, the money tree
Grows in the hearts of all;
Not even the power of God come down
Could uproot that tree so tall.
Christ tried once, he'll not again,
But we need not despair;
God has another plan for us:
With each child born, He's there,
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