The Innkeeper's Wife

How could this be, for a babe to be born,
Where the animals feed and it's not even warm?
I begged and I pleaded, yet not a person was swayed
To give up their room for the poor little babe.

So there he lays... this poor little stranger,
Swaddled in cloths and laid in a manger.
His sweet mother Mary… you should see her kind face…
A woman serene and so full of grace!

And shepherds came in the black of the night !
On their lips was the name of the cute little sprite…
They call him "Blessed Redeemer" and "Emmanuel"
Wonderful tidings they continue to tell !

Heavenly angels and a bright, guiding star,
Came from the East to where we are now,
It's shining a path for wayfaring men,
To the dearest and best in all Bethlehem….

I will ponder and wonder this strangest event,
For I, too, believe this babes heaven sent…
The Messiah and Savior in my feeding trough?
Somehow… I just know…he'll be enough!

By Sharon Frye