O God so great
to be an infant small?
did You weep,
or perhaps sleep
and never cry at all?
what was it like, sweet Mary,
to ride the night so black?
could you smile,
heavy with child,
upon a donkey's back?
what was it like, dear Joseph,
to know your wife would bear
God's own son,
but he'd be shunned,
a man of many cares?
what was it like, you shepherds,
to see the host's appear?
we're you scared
when they declared
heaven was so near?
what awed you so, O wise men?
was it the star alone?
or the holy child
so meek and mild
who'd descended from God's throne?
what was it like, O angels
to see your mighty King
lying there
in a manger bare
what joy could that sight bring?
and yet that night was joyous!
in ecstasy all sang!
or perhaps instead
they bowed their heads
while praise in heaven rang...
for now the great Messiah
is born to trumpet's blast -
what was it like
that special night
OUR SAVIOR'S BORN AT LAST!!!
SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/6/2011
Have a blessed holiday season -
no matter what your faith!