The world was but a cradle,
When the infant child was born.
Nothing but a manger,
For which to keep him warm.
The angels’ chorus sang,
There was frankincense and myrrh.
But not a sound he made,
This child, with heart so pure.
No mortal man could see,
As the star shone down so bright.
How this small defenseless babe,
Would fill the world with light.
For on that peaceful night,
God sent his only son.
That one day he’d be a man,
Eternal life would come.
So let us now rejoice,
Our souls through him redeemed.
Remember not the presents,
But what Christmas truly means…
By Geoffrey Caldwell