Little baby in the manger,
I’m a wretched, sinful stranger.
Who’s in certain mortal danger
Of losing my Soul.
Then a wiseman on this Holy Night
Pointed out a star so very bright.
Said “Follow it , and it just might
Make you whole”.
So here I am, no gift to bring
Worthy of a new-borne King
I have no Gold, or Oil, or Ring
Worthy of your role
This poem I’ve written just for you.
It’s one thing I can surely do
To give something of mine that’s new
Which is my goal
So Praise to you my little LORD.
Your loving sacrifice can’t be ignored.
I give to you this written Word-
Noel, Noel, Noel