On an ordinary night in an ordinary town,
People were talking, or eating, or just settling down.
It had been a long day of travelling and such,
For the innkeepers it was just simply too much.
Some folks could find rooms, but others could not.
For one lonely couple, such was their lot.
“No room! No room!” they heard from each door;
Tired and weary, they could take no more.
One innkeeper with compassion did say,
“The stable out back is where you can stay.
I know it’s not much, but it’s warm and it’s dry.
It’s all that I have,” he said with a sigh.
“That’s fine,” said the man, his arm ‘round his mate,
“Come on, my dear, you’re tired, it’s late.”
They soon settled down with the mule and the cow,
Getting as comfortable as the room would allow.
The town folk and visitors soon fell into sleep;
Like all other nights, the silence was deep.
With a cry of pain, yet a cry of joy,
The mother brought forth her first-born, a boy.
Out on the hills, a sight did appear
Causing the shepherds to tremble in fear.
Angels appeared, filling the night
With a song of joy and a glorious light.
They told of the birth, the baby, the king
“Fear not, fear not! Now go see this thing!”
The shepherds to the town did race
To bow and gaze upon the baby’s face.
The shepherds, the beasts, the angels, all
Worshipped the baby which lay in the stall.
Jesus was born, full of mercy and grace,
On an ordinary night in an ordinary place.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 20.07.2011

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