Promise Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Over there in the hay,
Who is this I see
Peeking from His manger bed
Baby's eyes on me?

Tiny, perfect, pink and new,
Tightly wrapped in wool
Savior in His swaddling bands
In this stable full,

Sharing closeness with a cow,
Oxen, sheep and such.
As I gaze I wonder how
You loved me so much.

Creatures there who saw Your birth,
And warmed You with their sighs
Lulled You into slumber
With mooing lullabies

Here I stand with empty hands.
What then can I do?
Aching with a mighty need
Can I comfort You?

I will make a cradle soft,
Garments silky white,
Warmth and peaceful ambience
To soothe You on this night.

Tiny babe, warmly sleep.
In my heart You'll rest.
There I'll cherish You each day
As my honored guest.