A woman on a Donkey, her Husband by her side; Would soon bare a son, who would one day save their lives. ~ They entered a small town, seeking shelter at an Inn; Yet there wasn't any room, for this Babe who'd forgive sins. ~ The labor pains grew worse, then the ones she'd felt before; To a Manger they were led, where she gave birth on the floor. ~ They gazed upon their child, wrapped in swaddling clothes; They knew He was the Christ, for an Angel told them so. ~ God became a man, the moment Christ was born; What a blessed day that was, what a glorious, new Morn. ~ His parents loved this child, they did the best they could; They watched Him as He played, they watched Him nailed to wood. ~ They saw Him in the Manger, they saw Him on that tree; They both lived for their Son, He lived to set them free.