The night, the air, were filled with joy
As angels sang among the heav’ns;
I stood before a newborn boy:
Who was this wondrous child there giv’n?
We’d left our flocks out in the fields,
And answered heralds’ sounding call;
They cried, “Emmanuel has come!”
He lay in lowly cattle stall.
We crept into the manger cold;
But for straw his bed was bare.
Is this the One they wrote of old;
Could this be our Messiah – there?
To Bethlehem he was to come,
And it is here he rests his head;
Near you, O great Jerusalem,
In Ephrathah the prophet said.
It is fulfilled! He’s come to us:
God with us now, O Israel!
The shepherd here beholds his birth,
With ox, and ass, and Gabriel!
What mystery this that I might see
The passing of this holy hour;
A child, the Savior come for me:
O Lord, be mine, for I am yours.
Merry Christmas!
Michael Denham
Reverberating Word 