Food for Thought

Our Little Lord

Our little Lord, we give thee praise,
that Thou hast deigned to take our ways.
Born of Mary, a man to be,
and all the angels sing to thee.
The eternal Father's Son He lay,
cradled in a crib of hay.
The everlasting God appears
in our frail flesh and blood and tears.
What the globe could not enwrap,
nestled lies in Mary's lap.
Just a baby, very wee,
yet the Lord of all the world is He.

–Martin Luther