She walks along the darkened path,
Shiv'ring through thin fibers.
Her breathing hastens to heavy gasps
That show the foggy warmth
Evaporating between each breath.
She reaches for the swelling midriff,
And looks up at the man before her,
Desperation and need pleading in dark eyes.
"We are full," he claims, showing no empathy.
No place in town has room for her
And time is running out.
Her husband's hand quickly finds hers
And pulls them both into an aging manger.
Sheep and calves are nestled in the hay
As she falls to the ground and gives life
To a baby that will one day save her own.
She wraps him in cloth and holds him close.
Love enflamed in her eyes
Warmth is hard to find in the frozen night
But the mother's kisses warm him fast
Softly and soundlessly, pure white flakes fall outside.
Crystallized ice mirrors the innocence of the brand new being.
One day his life will be lost
Only to give grace to all others
Sins will be as white as that snow-fallen night.
Follow the star to find the path to his mercy.
One appearing so small and helpless
Carries on the kingdom of heaven to redeemed souls:
Come and believe in that first memorable Christmas
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