Sit for a while and let’s tell the tale
Of the birth of one small child.
His father was Joseph, this tiny one,
And his mother was Mary, mild.
No room in the inn, they stayed in the stable
Awaiting their new child’s birth.
They didn’t know then, but all would remember,
This greatest gift to the earth.
A great light did shine from high in the sky,
on the place where the infant lay.
Beaming upon the Lord’s precious Son;
showing kings and shepherds the way.
Angels, too, surrounded the place
In Bethlehem those days.
They sang of their joy at the birth of the king
And raised their voices in praise.
All would bow before this child
The Son of the Lord most high.
Asleep in the manger, the little one
did not even cry.
Each year in December we stop to recall
The birth of this wondrous child
His father was Joseph, this tiny one,
And his Mother was Mary, mild.
Copyright © Judith Shields Regini 2013
