A Child's First Call to Serve
I sat quietly nervous, wondering why,
This night of all nights, the Eve of your birth,
Be it that he would ask of me to help, why,
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Welling up in my heart, eyes filled with tears too,
How many people, my heart was still calm.
Then I looked to the colored glass up so high,
Words left my heart remembering The child,
And through my prayers, was You who called me nigh,
The tale we shared, one so tender and mild.
The world's gift, a child born to a man and his wife,
On this night, this the CELEBRATION of Your life.