On a long and lonely night With no place they could call home In a small and quiet shelter In the hay, a babe was born. His mother and his father As weary as could be Thanked their God in heaven For the star that helped them see. Others traveled a great distance To witness the miracle foretold And to gaze upon the infant Lying shivering in the cold. A hush was all around them Not a sound did anyone make As they watched and waited For the newborn babe to wake. When the child's eyes did open And wandered over all who gathered there They could feel the power and wisdom In that little baby's stare. "He's a prince," a shepherd whispered Barely just a boy himself And he gazed in awe and wonder As three men brought forth great wealth. "He is a king," said a wise man "Come to set us all free In the end he'll be our redemption So sayeth the prophecy." Then the Star shown all its brightness As if night turning to day And the Angels in the Heavens Gathered round to sing his praise. "Behold, the Great Messiah! Hark ye, hear what now we sing For this child you see before you Is Son of God and King of kings!" And the mighty Angels' voices Echoed loud throughout the land "Give him laud and kneel before him For he is The Great I AM!"
Reason for writing:
Just in time for Christmas!!!
Birth sign: Cancer
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