Some Children See Him


Some Children See Him     by  Alfred S. Burt 1951

Some children see Him lily white,
The baby Jesus born this night.
Some children see Him lily white,
With tresses soft and fair.
Some children see Him bronzed and brown,
The Lord of heav’n to earth come down.
Some children see Him bronzed and brown,
With dark and heavy hair.

Some children see Him almond-eyed,
This Savior whom we kneel beside.
Some children see Him almond-eyed,
With skin of yellow hue.
Some children see Him dark as they,
Sweet Mary’s Son to whom we pray.
Some children see him dark as they,
And, ah! they love Him, too!

The children in each different place
Will see the baby Jesus’ face
Like theirs, but bright with heavenly grace,
And filled with holy light.
O lay aside each earthly thing
And with thy heart as offering,
Come worship now the infant King.
‘Tis love that’s born tonight!

Dear Lord, please remind me that ALL of us are Your children. We may not look alike, talk alike, think alike, sing alike, play alike, feel alike, hurt alike, or love alike, but that makes no difference to You and should make no difference to me. Help me see You in the faces of all Your children, hear You in the voices of all Your children, feel Your presence in the embrace of all Your children, understand Your sadness in the tears of all Your children, join You in the JOY only Your children know, experience Your PEACE with others who have also learned to Relax, Let Go, and Let You, Dear Lord, take their hands and walk by Your side.

Dear Lord, this Christmas Season I have taken time to really delve into thoughts, feelings, questions, and misunderstandings I have had in the past about this Holiest of Holy Seasons. I thank You for revealing Yourself through Your Word, through precious treasured hymns down through the ages, and through Your still small voice whispering in my ear. I pray that family and friends will also enjoy the comfort, peace, and joy that only You provide.

I know that You are with everyone who calls on Your name. No matter their situation, I know You are there caring for these precious souls even when they are not aware of Your watchcare over them. You are the Good Shepherd who never leaves a little lamb behind. You search and call out their name until Your lambs hear You and come running home. I have been one of these lost lambs many times over. I thank You for not giving up on finding me; I am here now and here is where I want to stay.

As I make the last preparations for Christmas Day, may I take these lessons into the days and weeks ahead. I want to learn more and more from You, Dear Lord. I stand ready to learn.

Philippians 3:13-14  J.B. Phillips New Testament

Yet, my brothers, I do not consider myself to have “arrived”, spiritually, nor do I consider myself already perfect. But I keep going on, grasping ever more firmly that purpose for which Christ grasped me. My brothers, I do not consider myself to have fully grasped it even now. But I do concentrate on this: I leave the past behind and with hands outstretched to whatever lies ahead I go straight for the goal—my reward the honour of being called by God in Christ. 


2 Timothy 3:16-17  J.B. Phillips New Testament

Yet you must go on steadily in all those things that you have learned and which you know are true. Remember from what sort of people your knowledge has come, and how from early childhood your mind has been familiar with the holy scriptures, which can open the mind to the salvation which comes through believing in Christ Jesus. All scripture is inspired by God and is useful for teaching the faith and correcting error, for re-setting the direction of a man’s life and training him in good living. The scriptures are the comprehensive equipment of the man of God and fit him fully for all branches of his work.


Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Author: Robert Robinson 1758

Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount I’m fixed upon it
mount of God’s redeeming love.

Here I find my greatest treasure;
hither by Thy help I’ve come;
and I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
bought me with his precious blood.

Oh, to grace how great a debtor
daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to Thee:
prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here’s my heart, O take and seal it;
seal it for Thy courts above.



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