THE BETHLEHEM BABE

Hilda Stob Poetry
Christmas 1974

IN A LOVELY STABLE MARY GUARDED HER CHILD,
JOSEPH, HER HUSBAND, TOO WAS THERE.
BUT ONE FELT A FAR GREATER PRESENCE,
WHO HAD THIS BABE IN HIS CARE.

I WOULD FAIN HAVE KNELT BESIDE HIM
AND REVERENTLY TOUCH HIS HAND
AS HE SMILED AT THE HUMBLE SHEPHERDS
SOME OF THE HILLSIDE BAND.

OUR HEARTS WERE TREMBLING WITH GLADNESS
UNSPEAKABLE JOY DID NOT CEASE
TO FLOOD THOSE IN THE LOWLY STABLE
FOR WE WORSHIPPED THE PRINCE OF PEACE.

HE, WHO WAS SENT BY OUR FATHER,
BY WAY OF HUMBLE BIRTH,
TO SHOW US THE PATHWAY TO HEAVEN
AND WALK AS HIS CHILDREN ON EARTH.

SO WITH PRAISE AND ADORATION,
WITH HUMILITY AND LOVE;
WE TRY TO WALK IN HIS FOOTSTEPS,
MINDFUL OF GOD’S LOVE FROM ABOVE.

 

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