The Birth
In the blackness of the night,
Shone a bright and glorious light,
Quietness was pierced by song,
Angels formed a heavenly throng,
Heralding a royal birth,
Christ, the King had come to earth.
Lowly shepherds made their way,
To the place where Jesus lay,
Knelt before their glorious King,
He, Who caused their hearts to sing,
Gladly spread the news abroad,
They had met the Infant God.
Wise men journeyed from afar,
Following a newborn star,
To see Him, prophesied of old,
Bringing Frankincense, myrrh and gold,
And, to Herod's great dismay,
Departed by another way.
Holy Jesus, meek and mild,
Bethlehem's dear manger Child,
With the angels let us sing,
Praises to our Heavenly King,
And Thy most cherished gift impart,
The adoration of the heart.
Copyright © Arlene Binner | Year Posted 2015
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