There’s a crib that lives within our church

     Which comes out once a year.

Outside, the weather may be cold,

     But in Church there’s Christmas cheer.


The figures standing round the crib

     Are clothed in Eastern dress.

Their faces look down at this child

     Whose name I think you’ll guess.


Then, when the Christmas season’s past,

     They’re stored once more away,

But next year out they’ll come again

    On view on Christmas Day.


The church is full - packed to the brim!

     The sermon’s been well planned

And it’s time to sing a Christmas carol

      And everybody stands.


God really hopes, with all his heart,

     That the Christian message stays

Within the hearts of those who come

     To church on Christmas Day.


Unlike the crib that’s packed away

     To return again next year,

God’s messages should stay with us -

       Not simply disappear.


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