Elizabeth Santos
Member Rara Avis
since 11-08-1999
Posts 9197
Pennsylvania
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0 posted 11-14-2007 06:01 PM
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Pathway
She sought a proper resting place
For she was giving birth
Instead was offered shelter
In the humblest place on earth
What lowly bed! A cattle stall!
The dank of beast and hay
The earthy scent of hide and hoof
The sound of donkey bray
No comfort was afforded
‘Neath a roof that housed the wild
Yet in this place the Lord bestowed
The most exalted Child
His garment was a simple cloth
His room, a cattle stall
His cry for life was heard by beasts
Who knew no God at all
But He would rise from lowly hay
To heights no man has known
And sit upon the hallowed seat
Of God’s’ most lofty throne
No king nor prince, no man of wealth
Born under sheets of silk
No infant wrapped in threads of gold
And weaned on royal milk
Could reach this holy pinnacle
The realm of the divine
The height of pure perfection
And magnificence sublime
Though He is King of all the kings
And Lord above them all
He reigns supreme but yet his roots
Were in a cattle stall
So high he dwells, yet reaches down
To each and every man
And offers to uplift our soul
To places high and grand
What greater gift could be bestowed
Upon a soul as I
Than this, a pathway to His place
Beyond the starlit sky
From dark and musty stable
To a cross on Calvary
He lived in humble righteousness
And died for you and me
Elizabeth Santos
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