How could this
be for a babe to be born,
Where the animals feed and it's not even warm?
I begged and I pleaded, yet not a person was swayed
To give up a room for the poor little babe.
So there he now lays, this poor little stranger,
Swaddled in cloths and laid in a manger.
And his sweet mother Mary… you should see her kind face…
A woman serene and so full of grace!
The shepherds that came in the black of the night--
On their lips was the name of the cute little sprite…
They called him Blessed Redeemer…Emmanuel-
And wonderful tidings they continue to tell!
Heavenly angels and a bright guiding star,
Came from the East to where we are now,
It shines a bright path for wayfaring men,
To the dearest and best of all Bethlehem…
I will wonder and ponder this strangest event,
For I, too believe this babes heaven sent…
The Messiah and Savior in my feeding trough?
Somehow… I know…he'll be enough!
Please take just a moment to help
keep spiritisup.com visible for others
to see and share by voting yes from the
links below. Thank You and God Bless You