I see no stable
In my Bible; no ass
Bearing Mary; no oxen
Around the manger.
“No room”, I do
Read, “in the inn”.
There is no winter
Or bleakness. But
Shepherd’s faithfully shepherding,
A mother faithfully mothering,
And angels faithfully angelling.
Swaddled in faithfulness
The Word, become flesh,
God manifested, and to be manifested,
Everything provided in Him; found:
Good pleasure in men.
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