December 24, 2010
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