A baby nestled in her womb
Travel weary, at the inn, no room
What’s an expectant mom to do?
Where to birth the King of the Jews?
Nothing left but an empty stable
Joseph was ready and Mary was able.
Among the animals the child is born
Foreshadowing the veil to be torn
The Son of God, finally appear
Good news spreads, all will hear
Born our Savior, He is the reason
Because of Him we celebrate the season.
A gift as precious as a child
Beyond the dreams of all, something so wild
Imagine someone born to save the world
To take everything in, which the enemy hurled
A gift no one deserved, so very priceless
Taking our sins, entering the mess
Demonstrating love all along the way
Our Savior, born that magical day
What joy, what love we celebrate
A precious child seals my fate!
Becky Schulthess is a small town girl at heart. She treasures the true friendships developed throughout her years journeying on the healing path. Growth and change are things she has embraced, and she is beginning to fully live. This October she will begin Graduate School for a Master’s of Arts in Biblical Studies.