For in a stable he was born
Amongst the cows and sheep
With nothing more than swaddling clothes
His body warm to keep.

I wonder if the animals
Felt different on that night
While they gazed upon this little child
Filled with glory and such light.

Could they tell, did they know
Who in that manager lay
So tiny, yet so heavenly
Upon the straw and hay

Oh how the shepherds long ago
Must have stood in glorious fright
They listened to this heavenly choir
Then hastily took their flight

To come upon this wondrous babe
As He lay on Mary’s breast
I wonder what ran through her mind
As her body tried to rest.

What was it that she pondered on,
What went through her head
Did she have simple peace of mind,
Or was it full of dread

Surely she knew this baby
Was different from the rest
Did she realize that someday
She would go through such a test

How did her heart withstand it
As she watched him brutally beat
The tears must have flowed like rain
Watching her son go through this ‘heat’

The cross, the cross, that horrible cross
So hideous for all to see
Became my statue of Liberty
Setting my sin sick heart free

Yes… what can I give this King of Glory
Who willingly died for me
On bended knee, I’ll surrender all
Pick up my cross, then follow Thee.