THE BIRTH OF THE LIGHT

A virgin said yes many years ago
her heart was pure as the driven snow,
yes to the Father from up on high
who said that a Saviour, soon would be nigh.

In an instant she was a mother-to-be
the greatest mother in history,
in her womb she held the purest creation
who would be the Redeemer of every nation.

The child within her grew healthy and strong
she sang to Him many a gentle song,
she wove for Him His earthly dress
to have everything in readiness.

Joseph, he built this love child His cradle
whose head would lay down, with hair soft as sable,
but then one night they had to flee
to Bethlehem, and fulfill the prophesy.

So in a stable in the dark of night
with all the stars shining heavenly light,
the virgin gave birth, and the angels’ did sing
the Light was born, who is Christ the King.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 18, 1992