Once in Royal Davids City
a poem by C.F. Alexander
Once in royal Davids city,Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her Baby,
In a manger for His bed:
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ, her little Child.
He came down to earth from heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall:
With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
Lived on earth our Saviour holy.
For He is our childhood's pattern;
Day by day, like us, He grew;
He was little, weak, and helpless,
Tears and smiles, like us He knew;
And He cares when we are sad,
And he shares when we are glad.
And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love;
For that Child so dear and gentle,
Is our Lord in heaven above:
And He leads His children on,
To the place where He is gone.
Portrait of Jesus
Jesus is the Son of God
A blueprint for all men
A beam of light for all men
To bring the lost ships in.
He wasn't known for gold or jewels
nor did He strive for fame
But people came from miles away
When they would hear His name.
He wasn’t rich by any means
Not in the earthly way
But just the sound of his dear voice
Would brighten up the day.
His eyes were filled with holy light
As clear as crystal sea
Little children gathered round
To sit upon His knee.
His soul was draped in holiness
He had the faith of Job
A sense of healing came about
To all who touched His robe.
He didn’t walk in laced up shoes
His feet were often bare
One time a sinner washed them clean
And dried them with her hair.
His voice was not so debonair
But yet it told no lies
The wisdom that He did bring forth
Was honest, true and wise
His hands were not like hardened steel
But yet they held our fate
They bore the burdens of this world
How could He bear the weight?
His ears did hear the haunting cries
Of sickly, poor and weak
Even lepers came to Him
He listened to them speak.
Jesus walked upon the earth
A gentle sort of guy
A portrait of the Son of God
Hangs up there in the sky.
Author/Written By:©2008 Marilyn Ferguson
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