I wish I could have been there
the Eve that Jesus was born
I would have comforted Mary and Joseph
with soft words that would adorn.
Mary and Joseph spent the night
not in a room, but in a stable
where animals were kept and fed
Jesus, was born there, beneath the gable.
Unable to give her newborn a bed
just a cold box, after his birth
must have weighed heavily on Mary’s conscience
that this was her baby’s first day on Earth.
I wish I could have been there that night
Jesus, would have spent his first day, in a warm room;
he would be placed on a bed as soft as silk
comforted by Mary as if still in her womb.
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