Poem to the King

In a manger there he laid,
In the shed where animals laid wary,
On a cold night, amidst the haze,
There, the new king was born.
Humility was shown in it's lowest form,
And a prophesy fulfilled.
Pre-Ordained from before the beginning of time,
One of the greatest event in the history of mankind.
Orchestrated by the Father,
Through the Holy Spirit by lowly mother Mary.
Pure and innocent, she bare our savior.
Defiling all laws of Science and nature.
For my master; My Saviour sake.
My King and your King.
Nothing is impossible in his name.
Glory to the King born lowly,
The angels in Heaven and the Stars rejoiced,
And the Arch-angels did say;
Noel, Noel, Noel endlessly,
Billions of the World's inhabitant also rejoice,
Celebrating the birth of our savior.
Master and savior, the Lamb of God.
Glory in the heavens and on earth,
Peace to mankind and beasts.
The Holy infant so tender,
A reason for the season.
The anchor of our Salvation.
A time to Merry, and a reason to love more.
For Christ loved us first and so he came.
It is Christmas, when our Savior Christ was born!