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NARRATOR:
Such a tiny, helpless creature comes to earth, as do we all,
Not seated like a miniature king
On a small, ornate, golden throne
Encrusted with jewels,
Waving a baby-sized scepter,
Borne on the shoulders of Archangels.
No, just a vulnerable newborn surprised by new surroundings
Protected by the gentle arms of a very young mother.
The only warmth for Him was her warmth
As her arms held Him close to her heart.
Before being wrapped in swaddling clothes
There was only a mother's skin.
And before there was any mother's milk,
There was a mother's love
Radiating down on her magnificent miracle,
Her prophecy fulfilled,
The very Son of …
God!
Even though He could not yet see clearly,
His new baby's brain felt
He was safe, warm,
And loved.
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