I could have
known it then.
For I was there
when he was born,
I lived in
Bethlehem.
I’d heard of an
unmarried girl,
Arriving nine
months gone,
And how there
was no room for her,
To have her
little one.
I’d heard she
had a little boy,
And laid it in a
trough.
I wish now that
I’d offered help,
I’d heard they
weren’t well off.
But like so many
in that town,
I kept myself
away,
Except to moan
about the noise
When shepherds
came one day.
If only I had
realised
Who lay there in
that shed,
I would have
opened up my home
And given him my
bed.
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