The Baby Jesus

There lived a maiden fair,

A maiden fair was she;

So full of grace in God's sight,

In God's sight stood she.

This grace filled maiden,

So named Mary she;

Was hailed by an angel

So named Gabriel, he.

A woman chosen,

A woman blessed;

Such was dubbed our Mary,

Hailed by the angel she.

The Son of God the Father,

That son was given she;

To bear in her maiden's womb,

That he a baby might be.

This news startled our Mary,

For no man knew she;

Yet, this grace filled maiden,

Replied so shall it be.

Then God spoke to Joseph,

A dream was given he;

Of the fair maiden Mary,

A father to that baby be.

I knew not that virgin woman,

The amazed Joseph he;

Pleaded to the heavens above,

For this so puzzled he.

He took then the maiden,

As betrothed then was he;

And on a little donkey,

Journeyed he with she.

To Judea from Galilee,

That little donkey he;

Took the two betrothed,

For such his task would be.

When to Ephrata-Bethlehem

Where all inns were filled;

There in a stable's hay,

There was made to lay;

The maiden's miraculous baby;

Jesus, Immanuel he.

The Baby Jesus © gillena cox 2012