Worship In a Tear

Messiah in a manger still, Where ne’re a whisper fell. A place too holy for their words, So angels came to tell. Proclaiming there good news to all “Rejoice this blessed day!” For God Himself made flesh and bone Lay cradled in the hay. Jesus still, his parents too For all who worshiped knew, When one is in His presence Utter reverence is due. A silent Child as heaven hushed And Mary gently wept. So exalted in her motherhood The tears could not be kept. The only sound befitting of This manger scene of glory Is the wisp of reverent tears that wail: Holy! Holy! Holy!