A Throne of Straw..
"A child, a child" ... the excited shepherds cried,
In the quiet streets on a cool winterís morn.
Of a shining light, they spoke, in trembling words,
And angels singing praise from the heavens above.
A thing of wondrous beauty they claimed to see,
A young mother and child resting in the straw.
They claimed to witness the sight, in silence,
With tear filled eyes, and trembling heart.
Behind the old hotel, on the edge of town,
In the stable there, with stalls cut into the hill,
A child, a child, asleep in the trough,
And the mother, both young and weak.
Angels singing, a glorious King had come,
And a world as one, and at peace with God.
With weeping, they ran to behold the sight,
To the run down hotel on the hill.
Beholding the Savior, that had finally come,
And freedom for a bound up world.
What a sight they beheld in a damp cold stall,
The lowly mother and the child at rest.
Peace was known in the depth of the soul,
As they beheld the glory of God.
Peace, peace, their hearts saw that night,
And King on a throne made only of straw,
.....in the hotel stable on a hill.
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