The Manger – 21st Poem of Christmas

Mother and Child

 

There He lay in a trough where animals took food.
His place of rest could hardly be described as the best,
Emptied for use as a crib for this inexplicable little babe.
Merciful and mighty? You would never know it.
And why should you? He is born in a stable
Not in the gilded halls of a queen with midwives in attendance.
God came to earth as human as anyone, a child
Endearing to those who claimed him as their own, and yet
Radiating power, bringing kings and shepherds to their knees.

Worship – 14th Poem of Christmas

Manger in the snow

 

Wonder of wonders, the shepherds in awe
Open and worshipful as angels they saw.
Rise up, go to Bethlehem and see Him there,
Sleeping in a manger, there were no rooms to spare.
He sleeps, He his human, He is but a child,
In the loving arms of parents so mild.
Praise Him, through Him we are reconciled.

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