Such A Tiny Child

Such a tiny child,
Lies a sleeping in the hay.
Doesn't seem to know
It is a very special day.
No one's told him why
All the gifts have come his way,
For he is just a tiny child,
Such a tiny child,
A-sleeping in the hay.

Close around his bed
All the animals have come.
It almost seems as though
They want to make him feel at home.
Could it be they know
He is really God's own son?
For he is just a tiny child,
Such a tiny child,
A-sleeping in the hay.

With those tiny hands
He will teach us how to pray.
Through his gentle words
Man will learn a better way.
All the world will know
That, our hope is here today
In this little tiny child,
Such a tiny child,
A-sleeping in the hay.

Joy Webb