In times like these when the world grimaces with nightmare of the pandemic that claimed million innocent lives and still ravages through the cities, its tentacles in every continent now.
Humanity clings to the solace of hope and fresh buds of spring that sprout.
Here comes the promise of Christmas, Our Lord in our midst, that we are not alone anymore, He will be with us till the end of times. His presence that causes the Evil Spiritual Dominions to tremble and crumble..
Babulea doll re babulea, babulea doll re
Babulea doll re babulea, babulea doll re Swing gently my baby boy, swing gently You belong to the lineage of Judah and David
Conceived by the Holy Spirit
You are the fruit of my womb
Humankind is waiting for you.
You are truly the Lord, the King of Kings
and Yet all you have is a bed of straw
Son of God Redeemer of Humanity.
Who is privileged to swing your cradle?
You are my treasure, my joy and my contentment
my firstborn a piece of my heart
You are my precious jewel none can compare
Sleep sleep my child by and by
While I sing to you this lullaby