No Greater Light
There was no family doctor,
There was no midwife there--
Just a loving husband,
A donkey, and a mare.
There was no bed with linens,
And no comfort for this wife;
No help at all was given
For the bringing forth of life.
But, in the quiet hours
As her time was growing nigh,
She met the pain of labor
With faith in God on high.
And, soon fulfilled the promise
That a Savior would be born
Within a lowly stable
Before the break of morn.
The Savior breathed the breath
Of life, and it all began,
For here was born the Prince of Peace--
At last, the Son of Man.
There was no special clothing,
Nor cradle for the king;
Swaddling clothes to wrap him in
Was all that they could bring.
Yet, here within the stable
As the
animals watched on,
The
light of God shone all around
And
warmed them until dawn.
The legionnaires of Caesar
That
occupied the inn
Had no idea
how very near
The miracle
they'd been.
That night there were a very few
Who really
understood--
Just those
who prayed for answers,
Whose hearts
were kind and good.
They knew he would be coming
To
bring light to the earth,
And long had
watched to see the star
That
signified his birth.
And high above the stable
It shone as
if to say
The world
would long remember
This morn as
Christmas day.
And even though there were so few
To celebrate that
night,
There's been
no sweeter miracle--
There's been
no greater light!
--Suzanne Dean
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