One Tiny Life
by Sally Jadlow

One tiny life, so quiet and still,
Resting in that stable on a hill.

A mere handful knew of His birth;
The night God Himself, came to earth.

Only Mary suspected or had a clue,
That He came to die for me and you.

Father knew He’d arise the third day,
For sinners, making a way.

Give Him a place of rest in your heart;
He will live in you and never depart.

Believers will live forever with Him in heaven.
Praise God, for the Son that was given.