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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