Not Just a Baby is a spoken word poem about why we really celebrate Christmas. At the heart of all the busy seasonal traditions, lies a baby in a manger who would grow up to save the world...
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Not Just a Baby
Written by Faith & Paul Syrstad
He's just a baby. Ten fingers. Ten toes.
Two eyes. Two ears. One mouth and one nose.
He's just a baby, cries out for mum's arms,
As He lies in a manger, in the innkeeper's barn.
He's just a baby yet the sky changed its form,
As a new star appeared when this baby was born.
He's just a baby yet the hosts of Heaven sang,
Hallelujah to this baby, Hallelujah Son of Man.
He's just a baby, yet drove a mad king wild,
Who stained the streets with innocence, looking for this child.
Why?
Because He's just a baby, yet will walk on the seas,
Feed thousands with nothing and perform miracles with ease.
He's just a baby, yet will carry out the law,
Live a life of perfection so man will fear no more.
He's just a baby, yet will speak to every nation,
Every broken heart and lost soul, He will fight for their salvation.
He's just a baby, yet when they call Him man,
They will shout for crucifixion and drive nails through his hands.
He's just a baby, yet at His final breath,
All creation will shake mourning His death.
He's just a baby, yet when He's laid in His grave,
He will rise three days later, victorious to save.
He's just a baby, when we look in His festive cot,
But the truth is He's not just a baby, He is the Almighty Son of God.
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Music is "O Come, O Come" by Hawksilver
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