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.
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