A Christmas Poem II

The King of kings, Eternal God
      Came to the world He made.
He could have come a mighty Prince,
      But as a babe was laid
Among the straw in manger crude
      In the midst of oxen food!


The mother of the holy child
      Was not of world-wide fame.
She was a humble village maid
      Just 'Mary' was her name.


The angels did not sound their voice
      Before the earthly King;
'Twas to the ears of shepherd lads
      Their message they did bring.


Oh, proud and haughty, you must stoop
      And kneel upon the floor:
From there the Saviour beckons you
      To enter through the door.

~ Jenny Daniel