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.