One Holy Night

On a starlit night many years ago
a humble girl gave birth.
In the midst of a stable so dreary and dark
God's Son came to earth.
It seems so strange He should arrive
in this most unusual way.
Why should the King of all the earth
sleep first on a bed of hay?

No one in the stable could possibly see
those angels that sang in the sky.
They heard the soft noises of cattle and sheep
and heard the Baby cry.
They could not know of those great wise men
traveling to see this King.
All they could see was this beautiful Child
Who somehow made their hearts sing.

In the quiet and dark they had no idea
that the whole world would change that night.
But the shepherds came to worship and praise
and the glorious star shone bright.
To the world, unexpected, Messiah had come 
in His own inscrutable way.
Those who were looking could see who He was
and rejoice in this marvelous day.

Can we understand, with our lives crowded full
that this Baby was really a King?
Can we open our eyes and look long on His face
and allow Him to touch our heartstrings,
until a song rises, melodious, strong
in praises that reach heaven's throne?
Then we know without doubt that this Child is a King
and He'll never leave us alone.

By
Virginia Norman