His Choice

Dear little Baby Jesus,

If I had but been there

I would have gladly offered

My home with You to share;

It would have been an honor

To give to you my bed

And bring my favorite pillow

To place beneath Your head;

And in the years that followed

I think my choicest treasure

Would be the robe that wrapped You round

And brought You warmth and pleasure.

Just think! If You had wanted

A robe of silk and lace,

A golden crib and pillow

To be Your resting place,

You could have had a mansion

And not a humble stall,

With curtains at the windows

And pictures on the wall.

You made this world we live in

And when You came, I know

You could have had its finest

If You had willed it so.

How much you must have loved us

To give up everything,

To come a helpless baby

When You could have come a King;

To choose a humble stable

When You could have had a throne,

And let them nail You to a cross

So You could save your own.

By Barbara C. Ryberg