A little brown bird,
So a legend is told,
In Bethlehem's stable ~
Fought to brave the cold.
As the Holy family
Lay sleeping below,
It flew down from the rafters;
To the fireside's dim glow.
For, the flames of the fire
Had started to fade.
So, the bird fanned the embers
Of the fire Joseph made.
Laboring long,
Throughout the night,
To keep the Child warm
Was her delight.
When morning came,
The bird had been blessed
With a symbol of love
For its diligence.
A breast of red,
Such a glorious thing!!!
For the night that it tended
Our newborn King. |
