Holy Christ Child
Yes, I was there when He was born
that all mankind from sin be shorn.
When His folks were told no room at inn,
kind creatures welcomed him as kin.
The shepherds and the Magi came
and with great reverence, praised His name.
A shepherd who dared not leave his sheep,
brought them along the Babe to meet.
I watched the scene with pure delight,
knowing I shared with all that night.
I am the cow, who led her calf
without a herdsman and his staff.
I left a stall, still warm but bare
for that Child and His natal care.
Sweet Mary smiled her thanks to me.
That she was tired was plain to see.
When the Child was born, the angels sang
And unseen bells with gladness rang.
There was no rest for man nor beast,
so many came, the best and least.
The Family was challenged the next morn,
when rumors flew, a King was born.
King Herod was consumed with rage
when he was told this by a sage.
He decreed that all boys under two,
must die and then to prove it true,
and he wasn't having a bit of fun,
he even murdered his own son.
The family fled with their new Son
and though many terrible deeds were done,
this Child was saved and lived to be
the Savior of all humanity.
November 22, 2015
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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