Snugly wrapped in swaddling clothes,

The Child rested weary eyes,

Small, wrinkled a hand grips his mother’s thumb,

No crown adorned the new-born King,

A palace was not his home.

Jesus lay in a bed of straw not fit for God’s Son.

Sweetness slips from gentle lips

Fragrant lullabies

Bring comfort to the Child.

A delicate hand caresses His head

"Who could not love this child?"

Mary’s heart swells with love.

Tugging at his heart strings,

The Child brought music;

Taking captive His thoughts,

Mother and Son;

Eyes sparkling with love; a tear

Slipped from Joseph’s cheek.

High above the stable,

Shone the Child’s sign,

A star glimmering in the night.

Angels proclaim good tidings,

Shepherds quake at the sight.

"Glory be to God! The Christ Child is born!"

The Father looked down through heavenly lights

Beholding the precious scene.

Quickly, the Child would grow

To save His people from chains held fast.

Death on a tree broke the links-

The Holy Lamb of God!!