His Name: A Christmas Poem

He lay in the straw, for he hadn’t a bed

No pillow on which to lay his precious head

He smelled of the livestock, and was covered in grime

There was no telling when he would bathe the next time

He was born in a world that didn’t want him around

And he ached with a hunger as he lay on the ground

He cried out in the night, but did anyone hear?

Did anyone care that he lived in such fear?

Men came to visit, they brought gifts from afar

They hailed him as great and they called him a star

For a few days they spent every moment with him

But they left just the same and weren’t heard from again

Who will he become as this boy starts to grow?

Will he rule a great kingdom, will great wealth he bestow?

He has so much love that he’s wanting to give

But no one will have him, he has no place to live

We know of this boy, we see where he stays

But we pay no attention, our own lives in a haze

We feel in our hearts a tug to take this boy in

But our favorite show’s on and the phone rings again

We get so caught up in our own pompous gains

That we fail to give back, we forget of God’s plans

Our lives are no greater than this boy or his friends

God created us all to be with Him in the end

During this Christmas season, don’t forget of this lad

He is cold and he’s lonely, and he yearns for a dad

His mother took off and he still feels the shame

But his legacy is love, and orphan is his name