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Sweet baby Jesus, how innocent you are Wise men and Kings will follow the Star To gaze upon this baby small whom God has sent to save us all.
Shepherds tending their flock in the field in awesome silence, a miracle revealed.
Three Kings bring gold to the tiny King --myrrh and frankincense they bring.
Mary, the Mother, weary and worn Holds close to her body, this baby born in manger cold with hay for his bed and a Heavenly halo about his head.
How can you know one tragic day There will be enemies so angry they will put your body through agonizing pain but that you, baby King, will live again.
Sleep on, sweet child, in Mother's arms For now you are sheltered from all harm. For now, we will not fear your future pain just sing praises to your name.
For now, we will pretend this baby sweet with the innocent eyes and tiny feet will never experience the agony of dying but will sleep in peace and where he is lying will be a bed of finest down-- Instead of swaddling clothes, a gown befitting a baby King this night Sleep in peace, dear baby, I bid you goodnight.
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