A Christmas Poem
And they shall call his name Immanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us. -Matthew 1:23
Tiny in this manger laid— Hands that very worlds have made, Hands that stars have rich arrayed, Grasp a mother’s thumb. Wrapped within this makeshift bed— Feet that, as the prophets said, Feet to crush the serpent’s head Nestle in the straw. Hail the Virgin, meek and mild, Hail her sovereign, sacred Child, Holy, harmless, undefiled, True Man, yet very God.