By Judy Aspenson
A star shining brightly o’er a small town below,
A babe in a manger in a stable aglow;
The sky filled with angels, heaven’s chorus amazed,
On the hills, quiet sheep, wond’ring shepherds agaze…
Crude swaddling cloth
And a bed made of hay?
The birth of a King
In so humble a way?
Oh the welcome of One Who was given to the world,
So lacking the fanfare due a Son so adored.
Sweet the cry of that baby on the gentle night winds,
Who was sent to a people…and He’d die for their sins?
With our heart as an offering,
like the wisemen, we’d come;
Humbly worship our Savior!
This is Jesus, God’s Son.