Humble and Holy

Unseen in a stable, the one who is able

To transform the world now sleeps

While the world hurries on through another new dawn

A silent vigil he keeps

Until the day when he’ll give life away

And he’ll lay down to sleep death’s sleep

Till his next wakening

From that sleep quickening

His eternal glory to reclaim and keep.

Born to this world so he could die

So he could take up His life and arise

With healing in his wings

So all heaven sings

Of this most humble and holy of offerings.

Humble and Holy

Simple and lowly

Born the serpent’s head to crush

Modest and meek

Alone and unique

Indescribable one in you we trust

Born to this world so he could live

As a servant he came- his life to give

Eternal life he brings

So all heaven sings

Of this most humble and holy of offerings.

Anthony Foster

December 16, 2003