Mary tenderly cradles her Son,
In her arms she caresses Him,
holding Him tight.
The Newborn King safe and warm
feels her heart beat,
Soft and gentle next to His
through the night.
Its echo's a rhythm of praise
To the Child who coos
At His Mother;
No tears does He cry.
In His swaddling clothes
He peacefully sleeps
While She hums and softly
Sings lullabies.
All the animals join them
There by the fireside
Its embers are glowing
So golden and dim.
Safe from harm at Her breast
He's at peace in the manger,
In the arms of the one
That's been chosen for Him.
Thoughts of Mother and Son
Bring to mind a quaint legend.
Of garland we hang each year
On our bough,
And our trees that we trim
Be they pine gold or silver
It's the legend behind them
That unfolds for us now;
Mary's arms wrapped around
Her Sweet Baby Jesus,
Jesus' arms wrapped around
Both you and me,
'Tis symbolic of garland
That we always use,
To decorate
Our own Christmas tree! |
