Away in the manger, this cold, cold night,
Lay our little Savior, while the star shone bright,
Leading the wise men, to the place where He lay,
There with His mother, Mary, on a matress of hay.

Bringing Him gifts of frankincense, myrrh, and gold,
To worship the baby Jesus, the story's been told.
When God told them of the king, that would harm the babe that day,
They went through another country, out of the way.

Oh what a wonderful blessing, the Lord did to us give,
To send His little Son, the Savior, our sins to forgive.
How can we ever thank Him, except to believe and except His son?
Knowing deep inside our hearts, God's Son is the One.

He is the way, the truth and the light,
He made Heaven and earth, with the stars so bright.
He waits for us to call upon His glorious name so fair,
And when we do, He'll write our name in the book of life up there.

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
August 13th 1999

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