'Twas The Night

'Twas The Night
‘Twas the night of Christ’s birth and all through the land,
the only noise that was heard was the bleating of lambs.
The shepherds nearby kept warm by the fire
Longing for hope in a world so hopelessly dire.
Lord Jesus was wrapped in swaddling clothes
God’s final answer to Man's lifetime of woes.
His mother, Mary, a virgin, lay nestled nearby
And Joseph, her husband, worked to keep them all dry.
Unaware as they looked on the fragile babe with awe
That angels proclaimed the fulfillment of the Law.
To weary shepherds that kept watch through the night
Cherubs worshiped the God of Glory and Light.
After His heavy eyelids drifted off into sleep
Jesus suddenly awakened to the bleating of sheep.
As Mary and Joseph looked on in surprise,
Shepherds approached God’s only Son with tears in their eyes.
His hands –someday to be stained with our sin-
Were in tight little fists thrust under His chin.
His eyes that had seen the world as it was new
Glistened and sparkled a soft baby blue.
He cried out in hunger for His mother to hear
And she tucked him in close as more shepherds drew near.
“This” they wondered, “is the hope for all men?”
But none of them doubted what the angels told them:
“Born to you this day and lying in a manger
is Christ Jesus the Lord, your only true Savior.”
Having seen Him this night they hurried to spread
Good news to Bethlehem’s people, who slept in their beds.
Mary treasured these things up in her heart.
When His life came to an end, she would think of this start:
In a humble manger with a trough for a bed,
A cross on Golgotha is where He would be led.
Hope for sinners would be hung there to die
But three days later would victoriously rise.
Triumphant and whole, our Savior would then
Sit down beside God -ransom paid- for the sin of all men!