My Christmas Poem: Do you like it?

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O see in the stable where poor animals stay Our Creator and Redeemer on a poor 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 nods with consent For he knows Mary's virginity had never been spent Together they lived under virginal vow Increasing the Mystery before us right now. Poor simple shepherds are first to adore: Before the Babe they prostrate, His blessings implore Unschooled and unlearned in the rhetoric of law Their hearts were instructed by all that they saw. Finally three wisemen from distant lands far Seek out the new King foretold by the star. Gold, Frankincense, Myhrr the gifts that they bring Are all befitting gifts for this Heavenly King The story goes on for we recall it each year: Yet what message does it hold for each one of us here? Humility,simplicity or is it love For each it will vary as willed from Above.