a mother quietly crying, knows her baby is dying,

each hour that passes feeds her fear,

a little bread and some water, would save her innocent daughter,

Christ our Savior tell us go to the barefeet in the snow

‘twould be so easy to leave them, someone else might retrieve them

the problem's too difficult for me

about little eyes look up to us, the Holy Spirit cuts through us

will we help or turn to blunt the blow, of the barefeet in the snow.

is there nothing we can do or send or give or pray

not a thing to sacrifice,

a ballerina's feet turn blue, but can they melt our hearts of ice.

All around us are children, happy, healthy, and smiling

the way they're all s'posed to be you know,

but it could easily be them seeking someone to free them

but for the grace of God they go, barefeet in the snow

it's for love that He saved us, the role of servants He gave us,

Christ our Savior tells us go, to the barefeet in the snow.