The Birth Of Jesus - Part 2 Poem by Martin Greyford

The time for our child to be delivered has come,
And we've wondered so far looking for a place
Where he can be born in.
All the inns are full with people and
This gentleman is saying only a manger is left, Mary.

Joseph, I have no option but take me there
For the child is willing to see the outside world,
And the pains am feeling are unbearable.
Take me to that same place
Maybe I can be relieved of this pain.

The place is horrible Mary, but we have no choice.
With animals surrounding us,
The smelly odour of their wastes,
But its a place we've found
And for a while this will be our home.

Joseph, look!
The child is so cute, adorable and admirable.
The child will call our first born - Emmanuel.
Thanks to the Lord God Almighty for allowing
His son to be born in a place like this.

And I believe the entire universe
And the heavenly creatures are
All celebrating his birth.
My son, our son
Emmanuel - God is with us.