In the sparkling crystal coolness 
of a quiet winter night,
Was a boy child in a manger 
bathed in soft and holy light.
As a star shined high above Him, 
as the angels sang for joy,
They were welcoming the King of Kings 
in a tiny baby boy.
On a hillside shepherds huddled 'round 
a warm inviting flame,
It was just another winter night; 
How soon their lives would change.
For suddenly surrounding them 
were angel voices clear,
Singing, " Glory to God in the highest," 
The shepherds shook with fear.

When all at once the fear was gone, 
replaced with peace untold,
As angels brought good tidings, 
the story did unfold.
They told of how a King had come 
and in a manger lay,
In a quiet town in Bethlehem 
in a stable filled with hay.
Of how this little boy child 
was of a virgin birthed,
Fulfilling old time prophecies 
of Messiah come to earth.
The angels bade the shepherds 
to go and find the babe,
To seek the King of Glory 
in a manger filled with hay.

As suddenly as they had come 
the angels now were gone,
With them went the brilliant light 
and the night sky filled with song.
Yet over tiny Bethlehem 
on that cool and cloudless night,
Hung a sparkling star of promise; 
What a wondrous, glorious sight.
The shepherds made their journey 
while following the star,
They were looking for the tiny babe; 
It couldn't be too far.
When from a simple stable 
a baby's cry was heard,
The shepherds knew that they had heard 
the Promise of God's Word.

They fell before the tiny King 
and worshipped Him with joy,
While all around the angels sang 
to the little baby boy.
For the humble little stable 
held a King beyond compare,
Not just an ordinary babe, 
but a Gift from God so rare.
At last those things had come to pass 
the prophets had spoken of,
God's Promise now had come to life;
 How great the Father's love.
That He would choose to send His Son 
in a tiny baby boy,
And make His life a sacrifice; 
How the angel's sing for joy.
Allison Chambers Coxsey
©1995