There was a story told long ago

About the woman that God has wooed

To become the Mother of His only Son

Who would bear the guilt that the world had made

And would break the chain of the humans sin

The wind was cold, the night was deep

People were busy, the inns were filled

The doors were closed, they couldn’t get in

The chosen Virgin was then aching

The King of kings got no place to be laid in

So there they went to an enclosed pen

Where animals were kept warm and mean

In the midst of dirt and foul beasts smell

Among the animals and shepherds

The Savior of mankind was to be delivered

Not far away three magis were looking

For a boy, a child whom the prophets were telling

They were following a bright starlight

Leading them to the One Eternal light

That would shine and take the darkness out

And so, in that particular special day

In humility… the King, the Savior was laid on hay

With angels singing and shepherds dancing

Rejoicing because the Emmanuel had been seen

And that’s the story of the first Christmas day.