He came to us as a baby, just as it should be.
They laid him in a manger, a place for cattle feed,
Did the straw scratch His head, or the draft chill his bones?
I wonder, this man my Master.
Was here someone there to bless His sneeze?
Or blow His nose, and kiss His knees?
How was it when He took His first step?
This man, His son.
He proved himself worthy of respect, and trust.
They flocked to hear Him, His teachings so new.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem