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In a Manger of Mercy
A little baby sleeps;
Surrounded by angels,
Whilst little lambs bleat.
A miracle birth so simple
For our Savior born a babe
The King of all Kings—
No palace, His abode.
Just a simple manger,
All decked out with hay;
A Manger of Mercy
‘Twas God’s destined way.

Led by a bright star in the East,
Wise men came to worship the Messiah.
Angels assisted their way—
As did the star, much brighter and higher.
It wasn’t the Jews
Who came to worship this child,
But three wise Magi instead
Found the babe meek and mild.
Lying in a manger,
So simple but secure,
For his parents couldn’t find an inn;
A stable was all they could procure. 

It was a custom in those days
To offer gifts, an act of homage,
To princes or those of rank;
Profound joy after such a long voyage.
In this baby sleeping peacefully
They recognized Divinity.
Fell down on the ground;
Worshiped the Son of The Almighty.
As was the custom, they gifted—
Gold, frankincense and myrrh.
Whilst this worship took place,
Baby Jesus failed to stir.

Herod requested the wise men
To report such a sighting,
But they received a dream
That failed to be inviting.
To hold such a communication
With this wicked King,
Would have meant the baby’s death,
So no message did they bring.
Instead they took another route,
As instructed by God,
Who admonished their faith,
Having taken a path no Jew had trod.

Joseph dreamt a dream that instructed him
To take Mary and flee to Egypt.
The safety of this child;
The gifts of these wise men equipped.
Safe from King Herod
Bent on destruction;
Of all young male children, 
Due to his jealousy of induction.
This Manger of Mercy was simple,
But kept baby Jesus alive;
Part of God’s amazing plan
For this whole world to survive.

In this Manger of Mercy,
God made His greatest sacrifice.
Offered up His only Son;
For none other could suffice.
He was crucified on Calvary,
That we may be redeemed.
In this Manger of Mercy;
His Father above to be esteemed.

Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2011
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