This is not a hymn but a modern song, written by Chris Rice. And his version is the best; accept no covers. Go and find it and listen to it.
Welcome to Our World
Tears are falling, hearts are breaking
How we need to hear from God
You've been promised; we've been waiting
Welcome Holy Child.
Welcome Holy Child.
Hope that you don't mind our manger
How I wish we would have known
But long-awaited Holy Stranger,
Make yourself at home.
Please make yourself at home.
Bring Your peace into our violence.
Bid our hungry souls be filled.
Word now breaking heaven's silence,
Welcome to our world.
Welcome to our world.
Fragile finger sent to heal us,
Tender brow prepared for thorn,
Tiny heart whose blood will save us
Unto us is born.
Unto us is born.
So wrap our injured flesh around You.
Breathe our air and walk our sod.
Rob our sin and make us holy,
Perfect Son of God.
Perfect Son of God.
Welcome to our world.
I love this. I love how tenderly it allows us to view the baby Jesus as to see Him as the man He would become: our Savior. I can only imagine what it will be like to look at my own babies and wonder at what they will be and acomplish. Tiny hands that might be good at painting or music or science or teaching. A little heart that will grow in love and and little mind that will fill with knowledge. To turn such a gaze upon the baby in the manger and to know what he became... these little hands would learn a carpenter's trade, heal sick, break the bread, wash feet, be driven through by nails. It brings a touch of the bittersweet to the Christmas celebration, but I think like Mary we can take these thoughts and ponder them in our hearts, and welcome Jesus for all he is.
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