Watch Him. Watch this Child,
Who grows into a boy, who grows into a man,
And is found to be so much more.

Watch as He is born among shepherds and angels and bright light in the sky.
Watch as He grows in favor and stature,
As a youngster asking questions, giving answers, astounding teacher.
Watch Him in the desert, a young man in prayer,
With hunger and thirst and a calling from heaven.

Watch this strange northerner, with His calloused hands and radical ways,
Who grew up in "pagan" Galilee, whose brothers once thought Him unbalanced,
And whose neighbors once drove Him out of town.
Yet watch His authority, His acceptance, His patience.
Watch Him touch the leper, heal the diseased, cleanse the impure.
Watch Him teach the crowds to forgive and pray always.

Watch Him as He kneels in a garden, and in anguish,
"Father, if you are willing, please take this cup of suffering away form Me.
Yet I want Your will to be done, not Mine". Radical submission to a heavenly plan.

Watch as the Son of God is betrayed with a kiss.
Watch as they arrest Him and His closest friends flee.
Watch as He submits to a fate sketched before time.
Watch as they spit on Him and hit Him and crucify Him on a tree.

Watch as one final breath slips from His lips,
The sins of the world on the shoulders of one man.
Then watch, yes watch,
As the stone is rolled away;
An empty tomb filled with Hope and His fame fills the world
This God, this Man, this Boy, This Christmas Child.