Christ Child Lullaby, a song

Little tiny newborn hands so tiny and pure
Reaching for your mother’s face clutching at her hair
One day they will clutch the cross and bear it to the hill
Reach out to embrace the nails,
Let them pierce that perfect palm
O, little tiny newborn hands born to do the Father’s will

Little perfect newborn feet so gentle and warm
Kicking on your mother’s knee, swaddled safe from harm
One day they will walk the waves and make them calm and still
And stand in that forsaken place
And let them pierce that holy heel
O little perfect newborn feet, born to do the Father’s will

      You were born to live, born to die
      Three days later you would leap on high
      O little hands of God, born to beckon me
      Rest now on your mother’s knee
      Rest now on your mother’s knee

Little wrinkled newborn brow crowned with a wisp of hair
Cradled in your mother’s arms, quiet and fair
One day you will sweat forth blood and bear a crown of thorns
Twisted out of sin and shame,
to break and mock your holy name
O little wrinkled newborn brow, born to bear our sin alone

Little crying newborn eyes, so dark and so deep
Seeking for your mother’s breast for comfort and sleep
One day they will see the grave and weep on that morn
Weep for our helpless,
Weep in your love for us
O little crying newborn eyes, born to bear our sin alone

      You were born to live, born to die
      Three days later you would leap on high
      O little hands of God, born to beckon me
      Rest now on your mother’s knee
      Rest now on your mother’s knee