Christ Jesus was born in a stable-- A birthplace of humblest degree, So that no one could say, "I am poorer, More lacking in comforts, than He." His mother in swaddling bands wrapped Him, The wardrobe of One, the Divine, That no one could say of His raiment, "Christ's garments were better than mine." His home and His comforts were borrowed-- No pillow for resting His head! But He lived, and He suffered and sorrowed, To give us true comforts instead. In glory His wealth had been boundless! He laid all those riches aside, That we might have riches eternal, And with Him forever abide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOUR-LEAF CLOVER by ELLA (RHOADS) HIGGINSON SONNET ON SITTING DOWN TO READ KING LEAR ONCE AGAIN by JOHN KEATS NATHAHNI AND SOYAZHE by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS THE PACIFIC RAILWAY by C. R. BALLARD ELIJAH AND THE PRIESTS OF BAAL: IN A TIME OF FAMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE CAELIA: SONNETS: 3 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |