On a starry night in Bethlehem a Babe was born.
He covered our sins that we no more; have to mourn.
A sweet and gentle little Mary; picked by God above
Was to bear this Child; knowing His babe, she would love.
God blessed her above all women that glorious night
As, the wise men saw the star; shinning so bright.
They brought gold frankincense and myrrh.
That blessed, night, of sweet little, Jesus’ birth.
He was born in a stable in a little straw bed
Possibly Mary’s arm was the pillow for His sweet head.
I know the animals must have known and lowed
For the thanksgiving; knowing to all; Jesus’ love flowed.
No room at the Inn that they could possibly stay
Though the star shone brightly; all the long way
Showing the wise men where to find this Babe; so divine
So to the stable is the place where He, they would find.
Taught the Elders in the Temple with knowledge precise
They were stunned at all He knew, and surmised
That this Child was of quality, gentility and of love
He was all this, as He was the Son of our God there above. |
