He burned bright he burned high
His arrival en-blazoned in the sky.
He had but a short time on this earth
For some reason he decided mankind had worth
She was modest she was pure
All who knew her of this were sure.
She was gentle and she was fair
Where ere she walk goodness filled the air
The quiet young man at her side
Had believed her when she had cried.
The stranger who he had met on his way
Had convinced him of her truth that day.
To Nazareth for the census count
The girl pregnant with a donkey for her mount.
In those days you not ring ahead
So not one inn had for them a bed.
Finally as her time grew near
An innkeeper took pity on Our lady dear.
No room but the stable dark and damp
His wife found blankets and a lamp.
I wander if the good wife stayed
To help help the tired and frightened maid
I’d like to think so, so the young couple were not alone
For it would of been very scary unaided so far from home.
There was love and magic and light from somewhere, all around
Birth though a natural act is tough but somehow in it a miracle can be found.
The light draws people in to see the new born child
There in a manger swaddled tight, loved by his mother mild.
He burned bright he burned high
His arrival en-blazoned in the sky.
He had but a short time on this earth
For some reason he decided mankind had worth
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