What child is this who lays to rest. On Mary's lap is sleeping?. Whom angels greet with anthems sweet. While shepards watch are keeping. . This, this is Christ the King.
If you seek a pillow for your head. Or a fitted sheet for Christmas bed. If you see your shadow on the snow. Is it from the baby Jesus glow?. He's going to the country.
So faithful, so few. So pardon and done. And when we receive. We give a change at last. . And when we are dead, we all have wings. We won't need legs to stand.
We are a servant, we have a song. The side of a beehive, a tabernacle choir. We are the sound working in wars. The bishop is gone to the acolyte shores.