While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born. Luke 2:6 (NIV)
The gloom of night was creeping in
And Joseph, worried, rubbed his chin
“We’ll find a place, I’m sure we will”
Yet through his body ran a chill.
Said Mary with a pain wracked grin
“The stars are bright, who needs an inn?
Hold onto faith, don’t fear the night
God knows our needs and sees our plight.”
They journeyed on, looked high and low
The darkness round them like a foe
It seemed as though no place they’d find
Cried Mary quietly, “I don’t mind.”
But care he did and bit his lip
What kind of husband took a trip
With nowhere for his wife to sleep
Except the rocks among the sheep
Short breaths, contractions, pushing down
Now Mary’s brow an anxious frown
“O God, not yet, O Lord, please wait
Please let my son, Your Son, come late.”
Then just in time the search was done
A shepherd’s barn, the only one
And gathering straw he made the bed
“I feel Him coming,” Mary said.
A cry! He’s here! In Joseph’s hands
Wiped clean and wrapped in linen bands
To God on high, all praises be
Jesus so named to set us free!