That Babe Grew Up to be a Man

by Stan C. Countz

As the year draws to a soggy end
I pause and think of all my friends
Of hot pies and swapping lies
And cards I forgot to send

I think of things I should’ve done
Of things I never did
I think back to when I was young
When I was just a kid

CHORUS
Oh little child, so meek and mild
Your star shines bright and bold
It’s been a while since I’ve smiled
My heart is growing cold
I don’t have much to offer
No silver or fine gold
But what I have I freely give
My heart, my mind, my soul

We all like sheep have gone astray
A Savior King was born this day
The shepherds and the angels sang
As in the manger the savior lay

That babe grew up to be a man
But no one seemed to understand
The manger-born king from Bethlehem
Was heaven's perfect lamb

He healed the sick and raised the dead
Did crazy tricks with fish and bread
We placed a crown of thorns upon his head
He suffered and bled for you and me

He died on that cross at Calvary
Rose from the grave on the third day
To set us free that we might be saved
And reign with Him for all eternity

That babe grew up to be a man
Stretches out his nail-scarred hands
Beckons us to trust in Him
Reject our life of lust and sin
And, like a child, be born again

CHORUS
Oh little child, so meek and mild
Your star shines bright and bold
It’s been a while since I’ve smiled
My heart is growing cold
I don’t have much to offer
No silver or fine gold
But what I have I freely give
My heart, my mind, my soul