The horse's hay beneath his head,
our Lord was born to a manger bed
that all whose wells run dry
could drink of his supply.
To keep him warm, the sheep drew near,
so grateful for His coming here.
Come with news of grace,
come to take my place.
The donkey whispered in his ear
"Child, in 30-some-odd years
you'll ride someone who looks like me
The cardinals warbled a joyful song,
"He'll make right what man made wrong
bringing low the hills
that the valleys might be filled."
Then "Child", asked the birds,
"Well, aren't they lovely words we sing?"
The tiny baby layed there
without saying anything.
At a distance stood a mangy goat
with the crooked teeth and a matted coat,
weary eyes and worn,
chipped and twisted horns,
thinking "Maybe I'll make friends someday
with the cows and the hens in the rambouillet.
But for now, I'll keep away
I've got nothing smart to say."
There's a sign on the barn
in the cabbage town,
"When the rain picks up
and the sun goes down,
sinners, come inside,
with no money, come and buy.
No clever talk, nor a gift to bring
requires our lowly, lovely king.
Come now empty handed, you don't need anything."
And the night was cool
and clear as glass,
with the sneaking snake in the garden grass.
Deep cried out to deep,
the disciples fast asleep.
And the snake perked up
when he heard You ask
"If you're willing that
this cup might pass
we could find our way back home
maybe start a family all our own."
"But does not the Father guide the Son?
not my will, but yours be done.
What else here to do?
What else me, but You?"
And the snake who'd held the world
a stick, a carrot and a string
was crushed beneath the foot
of your not wanting anything. [source]
Friday, May 28, 2010
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