A baby boy is born in Bethlehem;
A manger in an inn is where he lies;
The only Son of God sans diadem!
He sleeps on hay but bears heavenly ties.
In swaddled clothes, his mother keeps him warm;
The winter’s cold is freezing with snow-flakes;
As angels sing praise hymns and like bees swarm,
In pangs of hunger, baby boy then wakes.
Some shepherds hear the news, come worship him;
The Star of Bethlehem guides Magi three;
The baby king brings joy, peace to world grim;
Emmanuel has chosen poverty!
The babe is Savior of the human race,
Forgiving sins of men with heaven’s grace!
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