Swing open wide the stable door.
Come with me now and look down in awe,
as into the manger we gaze,
lost in wonder, love and praise.
God, a baby! How can this be?
The Immortal clothed in mortality.
Almighty God, the Son of Man!
The Infinite contracted to a span.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God in the stable born as a baby, very nice.