There was no bed with linens,
   And no comfort for this wife;
   No help at all was given
   For the bringing forth of life.

   But, in the quiet hours
   As her time was growing nigh,
   She met the pain of labor
   With faith in God on high.

   And, soon fulfilled the promise
   That a Savior would be born
   Within a lowly stable
   Before the break of morn.

   The Savior breathed the breath
   Of life, and it all began,
   For here was born the Prince of Peace--
   At last, the Son of Man.

   There was no special clothing,
   Nor cradle for the king;
   Swaddling clothes to wrap him in
   Was all that they could bring.

   Yet, here within the stable
   As the animals watched on,
   The light of God shone all around
   And warmed them until dawn.

   The legionnaires of Caesar
   That occupied the inn
   Had no idea how very near
   The miracle they'd been.

   That night there were a very few
   Who really understood--
   Just those who prayed for answers,
   Whose hearts were kind and good.

   They knew he would be coming
   To bring light to the earth,
   And long had watched to see the star
   That signified his birth.

   And high above the stable
   It shone as if to say
   The world would long remember
   This morn as Christmas day.

   And even though there were so few
   To celebrate that night,
   There's been no sweeter miracle--
   There's been no greater light!

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