For a child is born to us
Light of God upon her face
Filled with favor and with love
SheÔÇÖs a miracle of grace
SheÔÇÖs a miracle of grace
I see a mother with her child
I see a daddy standing tall
I see the joy that you have brought to us all
I know gramps will teach you Bible
WeÔÇÖll all teach you ice cream
Probably youÔÇÖll be teaching us all that weÔÇÖve lost.
I know thereÔÇÖs a reason thereÔÇÖs rhyme
For every season thereÔÇÖs a sign
I know thereÔÇÖs a message God has just for us
Cause somehow as we grow
We lose what we were told
Simple seems the cost for getting old
