Left the height of his glory into man’s suffering and misery
Accorded a place in man’s pity.
Even there was no place for him in the city.
Had to make comfort in a manger
The sheep baa and meh
The lambs bleat and the cow moo
At the strange cry of Mary’s baby
As the sky shinned high above him in the winter night
Angels sing for joy and heaven rejoiced.
Shepherds night watch interrupted by
the good tidings of the angelic host.
Born to the world is your chief shepherd,
King, Mary’s child Jesus.
The child from heaven.
The Word became flesh and dwelt among men.
Its Christmas night
Its Mary’s child Jesus birthday
And shepherds and the wise men of three present their gifts
But Mary’s child was a gift greater than what we gave.
By Keith Eubulus/eubulusblog.wordpress.com