Grace Elizabeth

My niece was born.

November 21st 2005
9:07 am
20 1/2" long
7 lbs. 10 oz.

As I sat holding this new little life, I couldn't help thinking about how amazing it was to hold God's creation. A new human untarnished by sin and for a brief while as innocent as is humanly possible. I thought too about what potential lay in my arms. Grace Elizabeth could be the woman who discovers a cure for cancer or who less glamorously leads someone to Christ. I praise God for this new life, and I am so thankful that I was able to be there as she was born. As I watched her I was reminded of my favorite song from the Christmas Cantata we performed at Central this December, This Little Child. I thought I'd share the lyrics with you as we all consider the gift of Christ that God gave to us 2005 years ago!


Who would have thought that long ago
So very far away
A little child would be born
And in a manger laid?

And who would have thought this little child
Was born the king of kings
The son of just a carpenter
But for whom the angels sing?

And who would have thought that as He grew
And with other children played
This child with whom they laughed and sang
Would die for them someday?

And who would have thought this little child
Would make the blind man see
Feed the hunger, make rich the poor
And set the sinner free?

Oh who would have thought this little child
Was who the prophets said
Would take away the sins of man
And rise up from the dead?

Oh I believe
And I will always sing
This little child
Is the king
Oh I believe
And I will always sing
This little child
is the king of kings

Many years have come and gone
Yet this world remains the same
Empires have been built and fallen
Only time has made a change

Nation against nation
Brother against brother
Men so filled with hatred
Killing one another

And over half the world is starving
While our banner of decency is torn
Debating over disarmament
Killing children before they're born

And fools who march to win the right
To justify their sin
Every nation that has fallen
Has fallen from within

Yet in the midst of this darkness
There is hope, a light that burns
This little child, the king of kings
Some day will return

And I believe
And I will always sing
This little child
Is the king
And I believe
And I will always sing
This little child
Is the king of kings

Who would have thought this little child
Is who the prophets said
Will return to judge the world,
The living and the dead

Oh can't you see, that long ago
So very far away
This little child, our only hope
Was born a king that day

It makes me wonder. Did the shepards, the townspeople, the wisemen and the children Jesus played with truly know, understand and fathom the importance of who Jesus was? I'd like to think that they understood a part of it, but even I can't fathom it, so I find it hard to imagine that they could! Whatever the case, small babies are a precious gift and I am having entirely too much fun playing uncle! I'll add some pictures to here as soon as I can get to a high speed connection!

that's all.