There Within a Stable
It might have been a traveler’s inn, sheltered from the cold, It might have been a palace hung with tapestries of gold, It might have been a mansion, more fit to greet our Lord, But there within a stable, the Son of God was born. His mother might have been a queen, robed in royal red, Adorned with gems and finest silk, a crown upon her head, Of high and noble station, of wealth beyond compare, But Christ was born of Mary, maiden most pure and fair. She might have placed him in a bed of linen soft and white, But in a lowly manger she laid her Child that night, No herald’s trump was sounded, Nor shout of praise was heard, To welcome at his coming, The Hope of all the world. No cradle for the King of kings, nor ruler’s lofty hall, Mere music born on angel wings, and starlight in a stall, The Lord of heaven laid aside his glory from above, And came to us a baby, to win the world with love.