The fields lie fallow, awaiting new life;
The night’s aglow with celestial stars;
The sheep and camels bow low to the earth;
Each one has expectation as to when the babe will appear.
The snow falls gently o’er Bethlehem town
As Joseph and Mary fulfill the call of the crown.
“No room at the inn,” the gatekeeper shrills
Yet quietly, everyone awaits the blessed one, oh so small.
Is it He, the Magi dream?
The longed- for Messiah of David, so promised of old,
His kingdom, the desire of all different lands
Will open again the world to peace, love, new birth.
Let us exult with joy and loud voice:
“Give praise to the Savior, born this Christmas Day;”
“Sing hallelujah,” the angels announce:
“Venite adoramous, the newborn babe, Emmanuel has come.”
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