Elizabeth Santos
Member Rara Avis
since 11-08-1999
Posts 9237
Pennsylvania
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0 posted 12-23-2009 02:55 PM
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She, who sought a resting place
Upon the brink of birth
Was offered just a corner
In the hollows of the earth
WHat lowly bed! A cattle stall!
In dank of beast and hay
The earthy stench of hide and hoof
The bellowing and bray
No comfort was afforded
'Neath a roof that housed the wild
Yet in these shadows God bestowed
The most exhalted 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
Yet 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, no prince, no man of wealth
Born under sheets of silk
No infant wrapped in golden threads
And weaned on royal milk
Could ever reach this pinnacle
The realm of the divine
The trinity, omnipitance
Magnificence sublime
So high He dwells yet reaches down
To each and every man
And offers to uplift our souls
To places high and grand
And now this eve of Christmas
Upon the fragile brink of birth
The hour has come to contemplate
EAch man's intrinsic worth
To praise ,adore and glorify
The meaning of Christ's name
To pause and to recall
The humble place from which He came
So that we are remninded
The significance and worth
Of every word and every deed
We render on this earth
Elizabeth Santos
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