A Christmas Thought

by Unknown Author

Christ Jesus was born in a stable-

A birthplace of humblest degree,

So that no one could say, "I am poorer,

More lacking in comforts, than He."

His mother in swaddling bands

wrapped Him,

The wardrobe of One, the Divine,

That no one could say of His raiment,

"Christ's garments were better

than mine."

His home and His comforts were

borrowed-

No pillow for resting His head!

But He lived, and He suffered and

sorrowed,

To give us true comforts instead.

In glory His wealth had been boundless!

He laid all those riches aside,

That we might have riches eternal,

And with Him forever abide.