Sweet Mary held Him in her arms
Her heart was beating so
This special child within her hands
He had a special glow

The angels came to honor him
He lay within a manger
No cashmere blanket did he have
Just love of Mary's chamber

Filled with straw and so much love
This poverty was gold
For He became the King of Kings
The greatest story told

A Child was born from heaven's light
On dark night that was bright
All the Heaven's Seraphim
Shined forth glowing light

Keep this Light that shines above
Forever in your soul
Feel the greatest bounty of
His Mother's heart of gold.

~ Francine ~© original 2000