The baby will grow. So when the appointed tough hour had arrived His teaching when tested some violence survived. Though mocked and derided, no insults returned. Absorbing the violence the cross was not spurned. From cradle to crucifix who'd ever know.
Life is hopeful.
The baby will grow. The one who could bring about change in the heart, Though silenced by violence, sprung up from the earth. And surely as virgins don't usually conceive, The dead came alive, though it's hard to believe. And that resurrection the victory shows. Life is hopeful.