The Condescension of God
Behold, the condescension of God!
Joseph leads the donkey, Going from door to door,
Pleading, my wife is with child, Can’t you spare room and board?
No room, no room. No room!
Mary on the donkey’s back, Opens not her mouth to complain,
But Joseph can see in her face, Contractions are causing pain.
No room, no room. No room!
No wait, I have a spot, Where I keep the cattle and grain.
Nice, it is not; But it will keep you from the wind and rain.
Behold the birthplace of our Lord!
Joseph cleans out the filth, With fresh straw lines the stall,
Helps his wife off the donkey’s back, steadies her to avoid a fall.
Mary and Joseph, alone in the night, Naught but animals looking on,
Will be the first to hear the baby cry before the dawn.
Behold the angels sang! Behold the angels sang!
Glory to God on High, and on earth peace, good will to men.
Glory to God, and on earth peace, good will to men.
Shepherds heard their song and went to see
The babe in a manger laid; The King of men to be.
Father, hold me up, So I too can see.
Father, there are tears in your eyes. What is it you see?
Behold the lamb of God, the Savior of us all.
Behold the lamb of God, is today born in this stall.
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