~ The Innkeeper's Wife~ How could this be for a babe to be born, Where the animals feed and it's not even warm? I begged and I pleaded, yet not a person was swayed To give up a room for the poor little babe. So there he now lays, this poor little stranger, Swaddled in cloths and laid in a manger. And his sweet mother Mary… you should see her kind face… A woman serene and so full of grace! The shepherds that came in the black of the night-- On their lips was the name of the cute little sprite… They called him Blessed Redeemer…Emmanuel- And wonderful tidings they continue to tell! Heavenly angels and a bright guiding star, Came from the East to where we are now, It shines a bright path for wayfaring men, To the dearest and best of all Bethlehem… I will wonder and ponder this strangest event, For I, too believe this babes heaven sent… The Messiah and Savior in my feeding trough? Somehow… I know…he'll be enough! Sharon Frye © 2003 used with permission