'Twas the night of Christ's Birthday
    and all through the town,
Not a room could be rented,
    no bed could be found.

Finally a stable . . .
   was all they could find.
But Mary told Joseph
   she really didn't mind.

 The stable was empty
    except for the stock:
 A cow and a donkey -
    and sheep from the flock.

 Mary lay down
    in the straw as she smiled,
 And gave birth to Jesus:
   God's sovereign child.

 A swaddling cloth diaper
    was all that He had.
 He was lain in a manger
    by Joseph - His dad,

 A star sent from Heaven ,
    as bright as the day,
 Showed the world outside -
    where the Savior lay.

 But only poor shepherds
    whose eyes looked above
 Saw God's Christmas present:
    His gift of pure love.

 The world went on sleeping ,
    that night of  all nights,
 When Jesus was born . . .
    and the stars shone so bright.