Jesus Was Once a Little Child

Jesus was once a lit­tle child

A lit­tle child like me;

Was cra­dled in His mo­ther’s arms

And sat up­on her knee.

Once He was just the age I am

And was as help­less

too;

He used to sleep

and walk

and speak

Just as all child­ren do.

And yet

though He was once a child

He is the God of all;

And angel hosts be­fore His throne

In low­ly wor­ship fall.

And why was it He chose to be

A child so poor and weak?

It was that I might learn from Him

How bless­èd are the meek.

It was that I might learn from Him

My par­ents to obey

And

like the Child of Na­za­reth

Grow ho­li­er ev­ery day.