A Child of Blood and Fire
Along the rough and winding road
A laden donkey bears its load
Of mother and Messiah;
A child of blood and fire.
Within a dark and musty shed
A manger never meant as bed
Bears God incarnate
In his helpless state.
Yet scrawny sheep in scrawny fields
With scanty fare and scanty yields
Are fat with jubilation:
And loud with celebration.
Beneath a brightly shining star
The weary scholars from afar
Are bent on admiration:
But bend in adoration.