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Come Little Jesus
Child
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Welcome, to the place of your own making Strange your tastes preferring grime and grim Where lives are snuffed on someone’s careless whim Where hearts are breaking.
To the homeless under flimsy shelter Huddled in the city parks and streets Soaking in the season’s rain and sleet Or in summer’s swelter.
Did you think that You’d be seen and heard That people hurrying to their goals would care Would stop, and lift a cover, see you there listen to your Word
We who saw your sacrifice will tell your story How love, not power, is the gate to glory
Midi: Sweet Little Jesus Boy
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