A Christmas Song

Who Would Have Thought?

by

Bree Aseltine (c)2005

There in the hay the new babe was laid

Who would have thought, God's come down from heaven?

Sweet, baby child so tender and mild

Who would have thought, here lies my Savior?

Beautiful baby asleep in the manger

Oh how we love, love that you've come

Oh tiny Savior, peace like a river

Pours from my soul as I rest in your life

Small, tiny fingers that reach out for mother

Who would have thought, one touch can heal me?

The littelest feet, toes tinier still

Who would have thought, He'll soon walk on water?

Beautiful baby asleep in the manger

Oh how we love, love that you've come

Oh tiny Savior, peace like a river

Pours from my soul as I rest in your life

You have come

You are here

So we celebrate

There in the hay the new babe was laid

Who would have thought, God's come down from heaven?

The Greatest Gift

Last Thursday I had the pleasure of heading downtown to hear on of the Seattle Symphony perform one of the most beautiful and moving pieces of music ever created, Handel's Messiah.

At my church back in California we always sang the Hallelujah chorus at Easter and there was another instance at a Barnes & Noble were I put on some headphones in the music section to listen to a bit of "Messiah," but was relatively unfamiliar with just how beautiful it really is. I was excited to hear this masterpiece in its entirety. And excited too for my first trip to Benaroya Hall to hear the symphony.

As we took out seats and waited eagerly for the performance to begin I started looking through the program. All the words were printed there for me to read and I was amazed at what I saw before me. The entire thing, every word, was scripture. Here I was in this great music hall with hundreds and hundreds of other people I prepared to worship.

I began to wonder about all the other people there. Granted, the title is "Messiah" but did everyone there come to worship. I am certain that in a crowd of that size there would be many who do not know the Lord. But why had they come? I hope that as those people sat listening to the beautiful account of the God who left heaven to dwell among the people that he loves and longs to save that their heart were touched. I hope that each person left that place in awe of that story and in awe of the God gave such a precious gift.

As Christmas day fast approaches I feel blessed to know the true story behind this holiday. I am honored that God would give such a precious gift for me. The Great and Powerful God of heaven became a tiny, helpless baby. He gave up everything to come and live in the same world that I must live in. He came to take the punishment that I deserve. He came to be my Savior.

Where to begin...

It feels as if there are so many thoughts swirling around in my head these days. I need an outlet, a place to share freely the thoughts and feelings du jour. I have been blessed and challanged by this strange new art of blogging that I have decided I would take a stab at it.

So you maybe wondering now, "Why Tiny Offerings?" You may or may not know this about me but I am a songwriter. I wrote a song earlier this year about the story of the widow's mite from Luke 21. After a series of events in my own life I could not shake this story from my head. This remarkable woman's story struck a chord in my heart that I had to write about it. The song goes like this...

Two Small Coins
by Bree Aseltine (c) 2005

He stopped to watch her as she entered into His temple
She looked so small and simple there among the rich and the powerful
Clutched between her fingers were two small coins too small for worth

She came with all she had
She came with everything
Will you join with her and bring your everything?

He shed a tear and smiled as he watched her give her gift
And though its value small that gift was worth eternal bliss
So when I feel small and poor I will give what I have with joy

She gave all she had
She gave everything
Will you join with her and give your everything

Not a mite should I withhold from you, my Lord
For nothing I can bring is too small to please my King

We all have some tiny, yet eternally valuable offering to bring. I hope that this blog will help serve as a place to share my tiny offerings. Sometimes it may be song lyrics, sometimes random thoughts, perhaps a photograph or a quote. What ever the form these offerings take I hope they serve to bless your hearts and the heart of my King.