The Baby on the Hay
Copyright © 2011 by Becka deHaan

How many sleeps until
The long-awaited day?
When gifts are shared
And food prepared
Bright colours on display;
The family reunites
And lets the music play
To celebrate
A love so great
The baby on the hay.

How many reigns until
The long-awaited king?
With trumpet blast
And chariot fast
Bow strong as David’s sling;
Who’ll rule in righteousness,
God’s statutes to obey,
Stretching a hand
To the widow and
The baby on the hay.

But none were prepared for the birth of the King
So they laid the child down in a barn;
Let all of our clatter not drown out the song
Of the lone caroler, donning snow-covered yarn…]

The halls may be decked
But let us expect…
“The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.”