I Heard Healing in the Babe’s Cry
The night was deep and rich in wonder
An angel approached, cloaked in grandeur
All ‘round the Eternal was crashing
Thunder roaring and lightning flashing,
I, by this Presence, split asunder.
Louder yet louder grew trumpet sound
And I, in fear, lay trembling aground
Then the herald sent by Being pure,
Spoke, and with these words did assure
That a wondrous joy would soon abound:
For in Bethlehem, King David’s town
Is born a babe who wears promised crown,
A king, a ruler, the Anointed one,
Your holy Savior, God’s only Son
The One from above has come down.
“And this shall be a sign unto you
To attest that this event is true
You will find the babe in a manger
In a world, where this Word’s a stranger
Being worshipped by God’s chosen few.”
After the angel’s sign was given
There came singing the Host of Heaven,
“Glory be to God in the highest,
Peace to the men He chooses to bless!”
Then to Bethlehem we were driven.
We made haste; discovered the stable
No bed was there, nor chair, nor table
But I saw Him there, held by Mary
Bowing my knee, I did not tarry,
But offered all as I was able.
Then from the Child came a sigh divine
Weighted with mercy, lovingly kind,
Tears from my soul welled up in my eye
For I’d heard healing in the babe’s cry
And heaven’s peace, at last was mine.
By Dale Smith
Have a blessed week and don’t forget to invite a friend or neighbor to the Christmas Eve Service.
Love in Christ,
Pastor Dale
