Humble

Beneath the chill of Bethlehem’s skies,Where starlight whispers ancient sighs,A child is born—Divinity’s face revealing,From within the manger, grace unyielding. No royal court, no grand display,But straw and shadow mark the way.The Word-made-flesh, in frailty bound,Heaven’s King, on humble ground. Did angels weep to see Him small,Who shaped the stars and governs all?Did Mary’s heart Read more