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
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