This Little Child

There is an older "contemporary" Christian song that I used to sing a lot when I was a teenager. It was hard for me to sing because it was in an odd range for me as the recording artist was a guy by the name of Scott Wesley Brown (the guy part being the reason it was hard for me to sing).

Recently, I found a blog that interested me, so I read some of the lady's earlier posts. I came across this post (Link) which brought to my mind the song I spoke of above. Interestingly, this song was recorded in 1981.

The lyrics to the song are:

THIS LITTLE CHILD
Chorus 1
And I believe and I will always sing
This little child is the King
O I believe and I will always sing
This little child
He is the King of kings

Verse 1
Who would of tho't that long ago
So very far away
A little child would be born
And in a manger laid
And who would have tho't this little child
Was born the King of kings
The Son of just a carpenter
For whom the angels sing
And who would have tho't that as He grew
And with other children played
This child with whom they laughed and sang
Would die for them some day
And who would have tho't this little child
Could make a blind man see
Feed the hungry make rich the poor
And set the sinner free
Oh who would have tho't this little child
Was who the prophets said
Would take away the sins of man
And rise up from the dead

Verse 2
Many years have come and gone
Yet this world remains the same
Empires have been built and fallen
Only time has made a change
Nation against nation
Brother against brother
Men so filled with hatred
Killing one another
And over half the world is starving
While our banner of decency is torn
Debating over disarmament
Killing children before they're born
And fools who march to win the right
To justify their sin
Oh ev'ry nation that has fallen
Has fallen from within
Yet in the midst of this darkness
There is a hope a light that burns
This little child the King of kings
Some day will return

Verse 3
Who would have tho't this little child
Is who the prophets said
Will return to judge this world
The living and the dead
Oh can't you see that long ago
So very far away
This little child our only hope
Was born a King that day
And can't you see that here and now
As unto Him we pray
This Lord of lords who is our hope
Is still King today
He's still the King today

I forget ... by Jeanette

I forget …

I’m born a baby, few thoughts in my head.
Yet, I grow and learn to walk,
My mind fills and I learn to talk.
Impulsive and honest are the things I said.
But I don’t know you’re there.

As I grow older, I seek someone
My parents love me, I understand,
But isn’t there someone bigger than man?
An innate desire to worship The One.
I seek you to be there for me.

I discover the truth of being.
That God is my Father God,
Jesus is his son on sod,
The Holy Spirit within us living.
I accept that you’re there for me.

I’m repentant for all my wrongs,
From my sins I’m finally free,
I dance like a butterfly on the breeze,
I run ahead and believe I’m strong
I believe that you’re there for me.

I fail, I crash, I ache inside,
Things fall apart, I question why.
Life becomes hard, loved ones die.
Depression and anxiety rule my life.
I question if you’re there for me.

You breathed your life into my soul.
You created every part of me.
You cannot, will not forget me.
But I don't recall how you made me whole.
I’m not there for you.

I cannot grasp the events
That tear this world asunder.
The diseases and plights we are under,
How much evil can we invent?
I don’t believe you’re there for me.

Like damaging storms and rain,
People pass out pain all day long,
I feel alone, can’t see what went wrong,
Friends hold and help me sustain,
I’m learning that you’re there for me.

I discern that life is trying,
This world brings anguish and crying,
That pain and hurt is part of healing,
That loss and loneliness is part of smiling.
I’m accepting that I can lean on you.

I don’t know what tomorrow may bring,
Controlling the future isn’t my task.
Upon you all my worries I cast
Your strength will handle these things.
Because you’re there, you’ve always been, you are the great I am.

By Jeanette