A Lamb's First Christmas
A Lamb's First Christmas by Amelia Ott Late at night I awake with start. An angel has spoken so now we must part. My master leads us to a barn full of hay, And in a trough A baby lay. I walk to the child And gaze at the boy, Then somehow I feel, Overwhelming joy! To think this newborn, In his clothes furled, Would be the Messiah, The savior of the world. -Amelia