I'm thinking of someone who lived,
A long, long time ago,
Who's life was hard beyond belief,
And has the scars to show.

Before this child was even born,
His mom had trials too.
She was accused of evil things,
But none of them were true.

And then when birth was close at hand,
Their tax they had to pay,
And so upon a donkey's back,
She'd travel all the way.

But then as they arrived that night,
They had no place to stay,
So to a stable they would go,
With animals and hay.

And on that night, this Child was born,
No cloths he had to wear,
But with the strips of cloths they had
They wrapped him up with care.

Then in a manger filled with straw,
They laid him down to sleep,
To spend this night with mom and dad,
And with the goats and sheep.

But even with this humble start,
This child would grow to fame,
For this Child is our Lord and King,
And Jesus is his name.

And so as I remember him,
I'll try my best each day,
To share this gift of love he gave,
And this I humbly pray.

© James O'Brien
December 2003

Midi Playing: "Away in a Manger"