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This Baby

Well He cried when He was hungry
Did all the things that babies do
He rocked and He napped on His mother's lap
And He wiggled and giggled and cooed
There were the cheers when He took His first step
And the tears when He got His first teeth
Almost everything about this little baby
Seemed as natural as it could be

But this baby made the angels sing
And this baby made new star shine in the sky
And this baby had come to change the world
This baby was God's own son
This baby was like no other one
This baby was God with us,
This baby was Jesus

And this baby grew into a young boy
Who learned to read and write and wrestle with dad
There was the climbin' of trees and scrapin' of knees
And all the fun that a boy's born to have
He grew taller and some things started changing
Like His complexion and the sound of His voice
There was work to be done as a carpenter's son
And all the neighbors said He's such a fine boy

But this boy made the angels sing
And this boy made a new star shine in the sky
This boy had come to change the world
This boy was God's own son
This boy was like no other one
This boy was God with us
This boy became a man

And love made Him laugh
And death made Him cry
With the life that He lived
And the death that He died
He showed us heaven with His hands and His heart
'Cause this man was God's own son
This man was like no other one
Holy and human right from the start

This baby made the angels sing
And this baby made a new star shine in the sky
This baby had come to change the world
This baby was God's own son
This baby was like no other one
This baby was God with us
This baby
This baby was Jesus
Yeah
This baby was Jesus
This baby was Jesus

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