A tiny Baby .. a pile of hay

 A tiny baby

A pile of hay

So much unspoken

So much to say

Like: come to Me

Yes..come and see

Your  king...Your God

In obscurity.

No trumpet blast

No big parade

Will welcome Him

On Christmas Day

But rather all

Will  come and sing

Of God made man

An infant King

You'll see the poor

The shepherd kind

Who have no more

then twigs they find

To offer Him 

To heat and build

These simple souls

Approach unskilled

Great kings were there

Oh yes they were

Bearing gifts like

Gold  and myhrr

They followed stars

and the greatest one

Revealed to them

God had a Son

We.. like them: 

The very poor

Will come approach

Him and adore

With heartfelt thanks

and love sincere

For giving us all

This Babe most dear

Merry Christmas....Joy

  

Before there was a "Silent Night"

Before there was a "Silent Night" 

Or "Away a manger" came to light

A baby lay in   crinkly hay

Changing night time into day

Our God came down: for you ..for me

But not as a God was suppose to be

He came to us like one in need

Instead of One who hears our pleas

His mom was there and Joseph too

But no one else... because no one knew

That this baby born with baby sight

Would come to us and be our Light

And so it is each year we sing

Of God's great Gift: our Everything

And then we proceed to look and see

What waits for us beneath the tree

Do we recall, with each gift we get

That God is sharing or do we forget

That the reason we come together.. at all

Is because God came down: so meek so small

So let us sing with Christmas cheer

With voices loud and hearts most dear 

But never, ever, let it slip away

That God has made it:  this Christmas Day..

Merry Christmas everyone: love you all: Joy Pachowicz