Tell Me the Story
Tell me the story. I am cold
And need to know that He was too;
That he suffered the world's sufferings,
Even worse than me and you.
Tell of the shepherds in the night.
I need to feel their dreadful fright;
And know how angels brought the news
Of freedom from the world's abuse.
Tell of the gifts the wise men brought,
That all their riches came to nought;
But that their worship at his shrine
For all their rank but equalled mine.
Finish the story. I am weak,
Losing the strength to think or speak;
But he was killed by and for me,
Bitter the taste of mystery.