Growing up as a child on a farm,
I remember the magic of Christmas eve night,
Bundled in layers to stay warm,
In the barn to witness an unbelievable sight.
At midnight we were told the animals knelt down,
And spoke in words we would all understand.
They worshiped a newborn in a tiny town,
In a barn such as theirs, held firmly in God's hand.
Animals were there that night, to see and to hear,
The blessings that came from the sky.
They patiently stood watch at the manger near,
In a barn, while shepherds and kings came by.
My childhood trips to the barn seemed always too late,
Our cows would be chewing, our chickens fast asleep,
Our horses breathing softly, our cat climbing the gate,
In the barn there was never a peep.
But I knew they had done it, just too quick to see!
They were plainly so happy and at peace
In the sweet smelling hay, and no longer hungry,
In our barn, though so humble, a miracle had taken place.
I still bundle to go out each Christmas eve,
In the hope I'll catch them this one time.
Though I'm older now I still believe
In a barn where Life began amidst cobwebs and grime.
Yet our horses nicker as I come near,
They are telling me the time is now!
They’ll drop to their knees without any fear,
In our barn, all living things will bow.
Imagine the wonder of God's immense trust
For the loving creatures who were there that night.
Now I know why this special Child must
Be born in a barn; it was only right.
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