One night,
Gabriel told the Israelites that Christ was being born,
One brought beautiful gold,
One brought muhr,
And one brought spice,
As they made it to the barn,
They saw Jesus Christ laying in his manger,
As their jaws hang open of how perfect he was,
He smiled with absolutely no flaws,
Jesus was a gorgeous baby,
Mary loved her son with all her heart,
He was so small and so sweet,
As he laid in his bed,
With his rosy red cheeks,
He shuts his eyes to rest,
Mary whispers,
Sleep well my blessed Son.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem