Mary’s Joseph

He spread his cloak
Within the straw-filled stall
To make a bed for Mary’s son,
Content to be the chosen one
To guard them
Through that blessed night
When angels sang of ‘peace on earth’,
And Wise Men came to marvel
At the virgin birth;
And in the brilliance
Of that heavenly light
That hovered overhead,
Humbly offered his gift of love
To that wee One sent from above
To lead men to that realm
Where deep content and goodness are,
Asking no recompence for any part he played
In the heart-stirring drama
Of the Babe and maid.
Reward enough for him,
Who had walked beside he from afar,
Was Mary’s smile, bright as the brightest star!

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