A Christmas Poem


Born unseen, unnoticed by man
Born in obscurity
Without home or land or a bed of His own
Christ, the child was born.

Born in poverty, darkness, & secrecy
Born as illegitimate babe
Without blankets or clothes or home
Christ, the child was born.

Born to identify with earth’s lost child
Born to know their need
Without a place to lay His head
Christ, the child was born.

Born to give His life to meeting their need
Born to set them free
Jesus loved the little children as no one else could
This is why this Child was born.

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