Tribute

There are times that I want to and I don’t

And in those times I’m happy that I won’t

Make Jesus look back and regret that day

When he was born in a manger where he lay

In filth and dirt in a manger low

With mere animals who could not know

That he would die upon a cross

So we could count our sins all loss

So until the day that he returns

My heart I’ll surrender until it yearns

To fulfill His perfect will on earth;

My life’s small tribute to that noble birth