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.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
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.