Second Greatest Event

Blue snow holds quiet reign

Upon this merry night.

The very stars are hushed,

While a full moon glows bright.

And a voice is calling

From the clouds pulled apart,

And away off afar

A star’s journey will start.

On many hill’s around,

The eerie shepherd horns

Announce the holy night

That Jesus Christ is born.

From a chilly stable stall

An ancient oil lit lamp showed,

Waking not the sleepy goat

Nor the spotted cow which lowed.

Only the donkey watches

As the man with beard prepares

A manger cradle of straw

For the child the virgin bares.

This blessed girl has no grief

In the birthing of the babe,

Who will bring light to the world

He must suffer in to save.

 “Is this the right place?” questioned one,

From the back of the camel tall,

Of the shepherd lad all in rags.

“Birth spot of the King of us all?

Is He that swaddled baby there,

That the woolly sheep lay before

In that peasant cattle manger?

Is that He who made Herod roar?

And will we find here the Savior

That the holy dreams told us of?

Is this the town of Bethlehem?

The birthplace of Jehovah’s love?”

“Yea, yea, verily yea,”

Do shout the angels high

Covering up the blue

Of the day’s morning sky.

“We wish you peace on earth,”

Was the song beat by wings.

Hundreds upon hundreds,

Angels will praise and sing.

“There is peace on the Earth

To all men of good will”.

Snow melted.  Quiet ceased.

But Jesus Christ reigns still.

Illustration: Angels Announcing the Birth of Christ to the Shepherds by Govert Teunisz Flinck, 1639