KING'S MANGER

The time and day of Jesus's birth,
Is unknown by folks' here on earth.

When temps are cold and snow is deep,
Sheperds aren't in fields watching sheep.

They say Jesus's birth is in warmer weather,
Thinking mid-May or even September.

Yet here He is, wrapped in human flesh,
Heaven's baby boy, Holiest 'n Best.

His innocense they see in a feeding trough,
A baby boy that's precious, sweet 'n soft.

Does Mary know He's the Sacrificial Lamb,
For her baby is God, The Great "I AM."

Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus - God the Son,
Admiration 'n respect are yours, The Holy One.

No other birth deserves more inspiration 'n awe,
Than the miracle baby shepherds' said they saw.

Your Love is soothing, your Grace Devine,
Thank you for saving creation sublime.