Imagine Poem by Roger Stapenhill

Imagine a star shining bright in the sky
a man and a woman with nowhere to lie
a stable so lowly nothing more to be found
a mattress of straw on the hard ground

Imagine a baby being born on that night
with cattle and donkeys watching his plight
the warmth of their bodies is all they can share
the very first love, the very first care

Imagine that child in a manger of hay
Him sleeping so peaceful to the break of the day
when down from the hills and leaving their sheep
come shepherds so simple with a faith that’s so deep

Imagine three kings who followed the star
with gifts of gold, frankincense, myrrh
entering that stable so very poor
and flinging themselves down, flat on the floor

Imagine a child born to be King
Imagine us as alleluias we sing
Imagine a God who gave us his word
Then imagine that babe, our Saviour, our Lord