O Holy Child Poem by Dawn Ferrett

One starlit night a child was born,
A manger for His bed.
While angels sang their hymns of praise,
A light shone round His head.

The holy babe, our newborn King,
Though lowly was His birth,
Would save us all from Satan's power
And bring us Peace on Earth.

The people came from near and far
To see this holy child;
To worship Him and bring Him gifts
And bless His mother mild.

For Jesus Christ was born of man
That we would be forgiven.
God's only Son, who died for us,
To make us fit for Heaven.

God's plan for us is that we all
Would know Him through His Son.
That in His grace, we shall not die,
But, evermore, live on.

Oh, gentle Jesus, hear my plea
Be ever at my side,
And I will praise you all my life!
Let your Love be my guide!