The Children's Carol

Little children one by one
Made by God from bits of sun
Touched by grace with breath of life
Born into a world of strife

Pick up your drum the Christ is near
Lift up your voices the Christ is here

Little Children let them come
From a world that's come undone
From a world of hate and war
To the Christ child's stable door

Little children to him run
They are Christ's child every one
He will cloak them from the rain
He will ease their fear and pain

Little children from us sprung
We must save them every one
We must see the Christ child's face
We must take the Christ child's place

©2003 Paul A. Krause