In a prickly bed of hay

So very quietly resting in a prickly bed of hay
Is our Savior and Redeemer who created night and day
Unable yet to speak but having spoke before all time
This little helpless Babe is the subject of my rhyme.

Though God could have come with all His glory and majesty
He chose to come so helpless in a stable for you and me
Not able to dress Himself yet, He gave life and breath to all
The creator of the Universe is now a tiny Babe so small.

Because our God is so loving He wanted us all to draw near
So He came to us so needy and not as Someone we should fear
As a helpless little baby God would touch the hearts of all
But only those who are ready could receive this Babe so small.