The Stabe: poem

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O see in the stable where poor animals stay Our creator and redeemer on a rough bed of hay A child so helpless yet what power is His; Our God has been pleased to appear such as this =========== We see His dear Mother, Maria, by name Recalling the moments when Gabriel came. How gently she lifts Him and whispers with love: My dear little child, your Father's above ========== St. Joseph's nearby and he nods with consent For he knows Mary's virginity had never been spent Together they lived under virginal vow Increasing the mystery befor us right now ========== Poor simple shepherds are first to adore Before the Babe they prostrate His Blessings implore, Unlettered in rhetoric or knowledge of the law Their hearts received instruction by all that they saw. ====== Finally 3 wisement from distant lands far Seek out the new King foretold by the star Gold, Frankincense, silver Three gifts that they bring Offering befitting the birth, death and burial of any great King. ======== The story goes on for we recall it each year; Yet what message does it hold for each one of us here? Humility, simpllicity or is it love? For each it will vary as willed from above ================== (c) Joy pachowicz littlefranciscan