‘Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the town,
Not a single space was open and Joseph did frown.
The shepherds were guarding their sheep with great care,
Waiting for morning, with darkness everywhere.
The people were nestled all snug in their beds,
Thankful, they were, for a roof over their heads.
The inn was all packed with travelers weary,
When Joseph gave a knock, he and Mary, most dreary.
The stable was made ready with hay fresh and clean.
Warm blankets and a manger, what did it mean?
In Bethlehem town with livestock attending,
All Heaven looked down with joy never ending.
Born this night, a gift beyond worth;
Bringing peace and good tidings to all men on earth.
A chorus of angels to the shepherds gave the word;
With songs and music, like nothing they’d ever heard.
“Let us go see what the angels have said.”
And the shepherds found Jesus asleep on His bed.
He was swaddled in cloth like a wee orphan child,
His countenance and presence, so tender and mild.
His eyes – how they sparkled. His hands so very small.
His baby mouth was smiling for each one and all.
Unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given.
Merry Christmas to all, come Easter, we’ll know..
HE IS RISEN!