NATIVITY
Something in the air tonight,
Lonely, strange and holy.
Kings leave footprints in the sand,
Moving slowly, slowly.
Shepherds in their sheephide coats
Watch the star intently,
Speak to flocks with voices hushed,
Move them forward gently.
Time will hold its breath awhile,
Wind be still, be still,
Soft the flight of angel wings
Around this little hill
Unto us a child is given,
Something strange and stranger . . .
the King of Kings and Lord of Lords,
An infant in a manger.
His name shall be called, Wonderful,
The Child is meek and lowly,
The Comforter, the Prince of Peace,
Holy, Holy, Holy. By Marie Halbert King, Ideals
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