Struggling to stay alert and not fall asleep
There was nothing to indicate that this night we would witness a miraculous thing
As winged angels heralded the birth of a newborn King
Their raiment shone with a supernatural light
And the angels realized that they must cause us great fright
The first words they spoke to us were of comfort, urging us not to fear
And then spoke to us a message. that although we did not realize it, we had longed to hear
That would cause us to forget our sleepiness and fear
They spoke of an ordinary thing, the birth of a child
Yet we sensed great import in their words and their story sounded not at all wild
The child that was born on this seemingly ordinary night
Would usher in a new world and with his miracles bid hunger, poverty, & pain to take flight
A choir of more angels came to sing the Child's praise
And caused us from our warming fire to raise
Our legs felt bidden to hurry to David's town
To see this wonderful baby that would win such great renown
Original work by ECBC's own poet, Andrew Henry
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