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TITLE: T'was the Night Jesus Came | Previous Challenge Entry
By Pepper Basham
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Not a person would guess that Messiah came down.
The earth gave no warning to speak God’s intent,
But this sweet and cold night none would ever forget.
The streets were all busy with strangers from far;
No time to hear singing or see the bright star.
With my young friends and I keeping watch o’er our flock,
We had no idea we’d soon get a shock.
When out of the darkness there arose such a light,
I sprang from the hilltop to gaze at the sight.
An angel came shining as bright as noon-day,
More fearsome and brilliant than I’ve words to say.
At first he said, softly, “There’s no need to fear.”
Which I found hard to do since this host first appeared,
But he said, “Be of joy! I bring you great news!
The Savior is born, there is no time to lose.”
“This babe wrapped in cloths has no crib for his bed,
but rests his sweet head in a feed-trough instead.”
And then other angels, more than I can know,
Rejoiced through the darkness with their songs and their glow.
Singing, “Glory to God!” through the stillness of night,
“and peace to all men,” then they flew out of sight.
Well, it didn’t take long to break out of the shock
And we ran down the hill leaving our field and flock.
We found the sweet baby inside a damp cave,
But could this be Christ – the whole world to save?
The donkeys and horses had left a foul smell.
The straw was all muddy, the manger as well.
But everything was as the angel had said,
A babe wrapped in cloths in a crude manger-bed.
Then I knew- it was clear. Where else would he be?
The Teacher and Healer to make the blind see.
The Savior who’d bear the sins of us all,
Where else would show love than an old cattle stall?
For the poor and the weak, he became a small babe,
Wrapped within human flesh, he would know grief and pain.
He’d give up his rule and his perfect home,
So we’d not be orphans, but called sons of God.
This baby, God’s Son, would clean up our messes.
He’d take on our curses and give us His blessings
So as I adored Him, God’s Son, the true Light,
God seemed to be whisp’ring to all a “good night.”
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