MUSINGS AT THE MANGER
A starlit cave – a cattle shed,
A little Babe in manger bed;
King of the Universe in rags I
see,
Eternity contained in time for
me.
Helpless Babe – immensity made
small,
Loving response to Father’s call
To lift creation from its fall
Lamb sacrificed for us all.
Amidst the beasts on hay He rests
With simple shepherds as His
guests
The little ones are His conquests
“Be meek and humble” He requests.
A new bright light through a veil
Shines on the child so frail;
Worldly wise, to comprehend this
fail.
Faith alone can this mystery
unveil.
The gentiles walk by the star -
The Magi with gifts come from
afar;
They adore the CHILD – not royal
power
Divinity made flesh as all
mortals are.
Vast His kingdom but narrows its
door’
Entered with care by the small
and the poor
Owning naught but love absolutely
pure
Passed through the crucible of
trials galore.
Infant sweet, You I greet
Kneeling at your Mother’s feet;
Fill my heart with love replete,
My life with yours keeps its
beat.
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