The stabled oxen lend their ears
to hear the cries of our Savior’s birth.
His parents look in wonder at the miracle God has wrought,
fulfilling the promise men long have sought.
The stable’s gloom cannot o’ercome
the joy that floods that gloomy place.
On a nearby hill the shepherds quake,
as a choir of angels thunders with praise.
Come to the manger, of rough wood hewn.
Come and see the Messiah’s face.
Come this night to the empty tomb.
Grasp the joy of salvation’s grace.
Look expectantly, wait with hope.
Know that the Christ will return again.
All you whom God has named His ones,
praise His gift of heavenly love.
Dan Karroll Williamson
Copyright © 2008 by Dean K. Wilson. All Rights Reserved.
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