Come, see this little stranger
That lies all warm within;
His cradle is a manger,
His home a way-side inn;
Come, let us look within.
The breath of oxen warms him,
They watch this baby dear,
They see no chill shall harm him,
So long as they are near,
This little babe to cheer.
by J. Steuart Wilson
You must be getting excited, like me!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful little stranger/child. Amen! xo Diana
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful! I'm sure the animals generated a special warmth for the
ReplyDeleteChrist child.