In a small humble crib
A crying babe
Hungry
Thristy
Longing for the warmth of secure arms
Screeching, moaning
The hungry babe cired
But the padres didn't come
They ignored the sound
The babe needed so much
The pardes gave so little
Jesus heard the hungry babe
And lifted it gently from the crib
And rocked the babe soothingly
Nourished the hungry babe with the furit of life
Gave the babe living water to drink
The Babe was soothed
Comforted
Giggling happily
Jesus lulled the babe to sleep
And the babe slept a deep healing sleep
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