The Baby Jesus Poem by Gillena Cox

There lived a maiden fair,
A maiden fair was she;
So full of grace in God's sight,
In God's sight stood she.

This grace filled maiden,
So named Mary she;
Was hailed by an angel
So named Gabriel, he.

A woman chosen,
A woman blessed;
Such was dubbed our Mary,
Hailed by the angel she.

The Son of God the Father,
That son was given she;
To bear in her maiden's womb,
That he a baby might be.

This news startled our Mary,
For no man knew she;
Yet, this grace filled maiden,
Replied so shall it be.

Then God spoke to Joseph,
A dream was given he;
Of the fair maiden Mary,
A father to that baby be.

I knew not that virgin woman,
The amazed Joseph he;
Pleaded to the heavens above,
For this so puzzled he.

He took then the maiden,
As betrothed then was he;
And on a little donkey,
Journeyed he with she.

To Judea from Galilee,
That little donkey he;
Took the two betrothed,
For such his task would be.


When to Ephrata-Bethlehem
Where all inns were filled;
There in a stable's hay,
There was made to lay;

The maiden's miraculous baby;
Jesus, Immanuel he.