A SWADDLING CLOTH
A poor young child lied in a loft
Wrapped in nothing but a swaddling cloth
No money for a room within the town
And innkeeper’s barn was all they found
Worth a King’s ransom, a wanted child
Henchmen searched for him every mile
Babies were slaughtered, in the streets they bled
A King’s bounty was on his head
What did this child do in swaddling clothes?
To be hunted down on the streets and roads
A father’s love carried him through the night
As loving parents took him away in flight
As a young boy, he wore the same cloth
Teaching men of scripture and of deep thoughts
In the future, a king would search for this child
And be charged with treason and treated as vile
Now hung as a spy from his own kind
His mother’s love was never blind
The baby once wrapped in swaddling clothes
Now hanging from a cross and full disrobed
Wearing a blood soaked cloth from his hips
Was offered bitter wine to quench his lips
He died on a cross by the hands of man
But wait, this was part of a higher plan
The babe child once wrapped in swaddling clothes
Was buried in a cave and then sealed closed
A miraculous event occurred that night
For the body of the child had taken flight
Nothing was left but his swaddling cloth
The battle in heaven had been fought
The child now wears a cloth that’s trimmed in lace
Purchased through his blood, our saving grace
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