| A Child |
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| Poem written by Elder J.A. Rowell, Sr. | |
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God's blessings on thee little child, Sent from Heaven above, Tender and precious, unbeguiled, To have, to hold, to love. It seems that God looked down and smiled, Upon this world of woe, And gave to us a little child, Because we need him so. Although afflictions, heavy press, And storms are sweeping wild, There's healing in a sweet caress, From heaven's gift, a child. For Heaven sent her precious gem, Our Saviour, meek and mild, Long, long ago, in Bethlehem, Christ was a little child. For unto us a child was given, Who never was defiled, God's only Son had come from heaven, Our Saviour was a child. |
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