Images of Grey

1. What Child is this, who, laid to rest,
   on Mary's lap is sleeping?
   Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
   while shepherds watch are keeping?
   
   
   This, this is Christ the king,
   Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
   haste, haste, to bring him laud,
   the babe, the son of Mary





2. Why lies he in such mean estate
   where ox and ass are feeding?
   Good Christian, fear; for sinners here
   The silent Word is pleading.
   
   
   Nails, spear shall pierce him through,
   the cross be borne for me, for you;
   hail, hail the Word made flesh,
   the babe, the son of Mary.





3. So bring him incense, gold and myrrh;
   Come peasant, king, to own him,
   The King of kings salvation brings;
   let loving hearts enthrone him.
   
   
   
   
   
   Raise, raise the song on high,
   the virgin sings her lullaby;
   joy, joy for Christ is born,
   the babe, the son of Mary.

 Remember the true meaning of Christmas faith, remembrance, and love.

I pray your Christmas is filled with promise and hope but most of all joy, laughter and yes, the tears of remembrance.  Much love, Di...Joining