Sweet Mary, young virgin so scared of her plight,
This seemly so hostile dark cold wintry night.
No place was there empty for sweet Mary’s head,
Yet Joseph kept searching through the streets for a bed.
At last near a tavern a stable would do,
A humble beginning where the hay had been strewn,
In the pain of child labor with Joseph at side,
This miracle was birthed midst sweet Mary’s cries.
A Saint among sinners this child was brought forth,
As wise men were guided by a star in the north.
The Angels peered down on this most holy child,
With Angelical songs and heavenly smiles.
In the meekest surroundings while just nature watched,
This innocent baby in a manger was rocked.
While lullabies flowed from sweet Mary’s heart,
To the ears of the Savior as he slept in the dark.
She pondered the events, while both were at rest,
Magnifying God in her soul, which was blessed.
She knew that all nations through his glorious life,
Would see him as daystar, prince of the light.
Emmanuel, the Savior, Jesus the Christ,
All would be names placed on him this night.
The pain now subsided and morning drew near,
Sweet Mary now crying with joy in her tears.
As she hovered over as just mother can,
Touched the flesh of her God in the form of a man.
She knew this time special, a day heaven sent,
Prophesied by Angels this sacred event.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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