That Holy Night Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

On that night, that holy night,
In a manger so forlorn,
In the town of Bethlehem,
The Heavenly King was born.

He came not to royalty,
Nor to kingly chambers fair,
But with earth's lowly creatures,
A crude stable He did share.

On that night, that holy night,
As His star appeared o'erhead,
Mary brought forth her first born and
Laid Him in the manger bed.

No scepter was He given,
No king's lavish robe to wear—
Only some lowly clothes to
Swaddle Him from the cold air.

On that night, that holy night,
Angels and poor shepherds came
To gaze upon this wonder
And to praise His holy name.

He was the blessed Messiah
And the Hope of Israel;
Prince of Peace, the Counselor,
Redeemer, Immanuel.

On that night, that holy night,
Angels rejoiced at His birth,
Proclaiming to all mankind
God's peace and goodwill on earth.

On that night, that holy night,
That Heavenly King who came
Would rule all who would believe
And trust in His Holy name.

Sin's power now is broken;
Lift up your voice and sing,
For God sent us a Savior,
Who is Jesus Christ the King!