How sweet it tis,
To hear the newborn’s cry,
Different than the one’s we have in the night.
Our cycle begins,
On the first day of life,
With all the happy joys and darkness of strife.
But there is One,
Who has always been there,
One who has counted each and every hair.
For our Creator only knows,
What fate is in store,
But the more we know Him, we know more.
You hear them shout,
As His popularity comes in waves.
For He is our Savior,
He is the One,
He died for us as God’s only Son.
To those who don’t accept,
God’s free gift of Salvation,
Will experience eternal devastation.