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
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