I sat silent in the avenue,
When something came into view.
I tried to stand and see,
Why all the shouts of glee.
I raced down the street
To see whom I would greet.
I stopped. No. It cannot be.
Who would be in this filth and debris?
This barn is far too dirty
For anyone of high degree.
So why the gathering?
It's not like there's a king...
I couldn't stay back;
I sneaked closer to the shack.
Shepherds and animals every where,
And I could feel peace in the air.
What riches I was laid down
By men in royal gowns.
But to whom is all this for?
I wanted to speak, to implore.
There! In the center!
What is it? I couldn't be sure...
Just then it moved;
From the hay, it was removed.
Bundled up, I still couldn't see!
So I stepped up higher in the tree.
And then I stopped.
The cloth dropped.
And I knew who he was.
Veil gone; truth emerged from the fuzz
Such joy, such surprise,
Such love in His eyes.
Just a babe, yet so much more.
The Son of God, I did adore.
So I, once an orphan,
Look back yet again
To the night I saw life,
Pure, unstained by strife.
And I smile to my Father above
Thanking Him, for this gift of love!
-Cherisse Peters
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