The Babe

The Babe

The Babe was born in Bethlehem,
one winter day.
To a mom and dad and the Almighty.
So tiny and small wrapped up in cloths,
no room in the inn, a stable would be
a cave was his home.
A stone manger his bed, loved more
than anyone could be.
His mom and dad traveled great distance
to have Him HERE,
so many people came to see.

Shepherd came running,
marveled in awe.
At the sight of the Messiah,
prophesy came to life.
Blinded by angels, sung by a chorus.
Instructed to go find the Babe.
Years of waiting, now there that eve.

Months later, wise men came to see,
the child prophesied.
Gold, frankincense, myrrh, gifts from afar.
All meaning something to the boy.
Not a birth in all the world, did people want to see
more than Jesus Christ, the Lord.