May Christmas be blessed for each and all this night and tomorrow!

Things Won’t Be The Same
MRidder © 1988

Baby Jesus, lying quietly in His mother’s arms;
watching Mama as she sang His song.
There were shepherds, there were wise men,
and the angel host
sharing wonder at this little one.

Jesus, Jesus, how the music falls sweet from your name.
Jesus, Jesus, it is certain things won’t be the same.

By the prophecy Your coming was foretold to us;
though we thought You would not come this way
for a kingdom to establish on this earthly soil
such humility does not proclaim.

Jesus, Jesus, how the music falls sweet from your name.
Jesus, Jesus, it is certain things won’t be the same.

Baby Jesus, lie now quietly while Your mother hums
with sweet softness the gentle refrain.
Yes, she love You, as we all do, with a lightened heart.
Let us praise You with song once again.

Jesus, Jesus, how the music falls sweet from your name.
Jesus, Jesus, it is certain things won’t be the same.

Jesus, Jesus, how the music falls sweet from your name.
Jesus, Jesus, it is certain things won’t be the same.