I pondered in the still of night,
When earth lay cold and crisp
And all the stars shone clear and bright
Was it a night like this?
Did the angels really sing of joy
Over hills and fields and plain
To hail the newborn baby boy
Who was to o'er us reign?
And did those men acclaimed as wise
That small babe come to see,
All swaddled in a shippon,
Him, who came on Earth for me?
I ponderd in the still of night...
When all the world did sleep,
About the shepherds met by angels
As they tended to their sheep.
Was it just a story?
Was it really true?
Did God send his son upon this Earth
For the likes of me and you?
And was it really worth
All the suffering and pain?
For Him, of very humble birth
Who died and rose again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem