Manger Monument

Had Yahweh picked a palace for the birth Of Christ, its splendored Solomonic worth Would stagger calculation: sheeted gold Might overspread its cedar walls, and bold Phoenician carved designs would praise the Child. But who today would know? Instead, a wild And rude unlikely cavern cradled Him; Above--a star millennia can’t dim, More brilliant than lamps of oil aflame, Illumining the cave where Jesus came. Thus Bethlehem endures, a citadel Within our hearts, where mankind’s chief event Occurred. Though Nineveh and Tyre each fell, The manger outlasts every monument.