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Baby Jesus Poems
Jesus felt the donkey’s breath
The beast was near His head
The warmth was good
On such a night
In a manger for a bed.
Many were witnesses
That starry night
To a very special birth
And held on tight
But afterward, there was mirth.
Baby Jesus smelled fresh hay
In the manger where He lay
He also whiffed some donkey doo
Such was His new
The donkey looked at the dog and lamb
Strangers were staying in the stable
Mary and Joseph lunched on a stump
This stable, like most, had no table.
Night had come to Bethlehem
The stable had gone all dark
The Baby lying there in the trough
Laughed at the dog’s every bark.
The Babe had come to planet earth
To carry out a great task
His job was not to find fault
But to give us all some worth.
A knock on the door caused the collie to bark
Joseph went to answer
A new-found friend had brought food for 3
Joseph’s grin said, “Even tea!”
A cardinal alighted where the Baby lay
Its red plumes made the Infant smile
Its head and eyes could not be still
Such was its naturalistic style.
The noise of the cock’s crow woke them up
A brand new day came bursting forth
The hungry Infant kicked its feet
Until the Jew gave it teat.
The tiny Baby didn’t pay any mind
To the cow, the ass or the buzzing bee
He was busy listening to lovely trills
Of a songbird outside in a tree.
The Baby knew what each one needed
First thing was a bath!
Raindrops filled an outdoor tub
Then Joseph stripped to scrub.
Three strange men finely dressed
Came to offer gifts
They were wise and from the East
Wasn’t one a priest?
Mary didn’t thank God
She knew just who her child was
With its tiny fingers and wee toes
Every day it put on shows.
The stars twinkled their very best
The moon’s mood was good
The sun asked to shine a bit more
The swaddled Babe said it could.
Mary said to bearded Joseph
The Baby needed broth
“Go and catch some river fish,
I’ll make a tasty dish.”
This newborn Babe wasn’t black
Neither was He white
His skin was sort of greenish-tan—
A black olive light?
Joseph, with his gentle arms,
Lifted the newborn Lad
On down the road the wee One’s arms
Would gently lift the dad.
A blue and yellow butterfly alighted
On the Savior’s naked knee
The soft tickle made Him start
Then smile at the familiar butterfly art.
Winds and rain roared outside
The walls of the stable shook
The candle flame’s erratic dance
Gave each face a ghostly look.
An angel said the name Jesus meant Savior
He would save His people from sin
Joseph was happy and married Mary
With God he was guaranteed a win.
[ by: Randall D Barfield © 2007 Copyright (email@example.com) - submitted by: Randall D Barfield ]
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