Blessed Are the Least Among Us

As sunrise steals slowly over the horizon I peep above the soil joyful and smiling A blade of grass in a meadow because the sun shines only on me I’m a single cloud twisting and twirling Amid swirling white and scudding folds Sunlight gleams shining through The brightest beam o’er me enfolds Dry and arid lands abound In a continent vast and burnt As cracked and fissured tracks enmesh Down comes the rain heavy and fresh Quenching only my thirst above the rest I am just a little cedar shoot Standing amidst a stifling forest I neither sow nor reap I am the least among the rest Yet the one most blessed. A little babe of humble birth Lay sleeping in a manger While cattle low and wise men bow A voice from heaven is heard This is my son ..my gift to the world.