What child is this
on a silent night;
O Holy Night?

Joy to the world?
Boy, our minds be whirled.
It came upon a midnight clear,
which not all was held so dear.

Was it but a story?
What's with all this glory?
Angels in fields to shepherds surprise,
while a newborn incurs a king's despise.

A star brings wise men's homage.
A dream warns them of carnage.
His parents hurry him afar,
from all they see bizarre.

A birth foretold to many,
and yet many believed nary.
Of power and might they sought,
and for such it came to naught.

Mary, pray did you ponder
of what we seek yonder?
Messiah a man,
but God a man?

Would there be something simpler
than a baby so tender,
with no crib to lie on,
but a manger all forlorn?

O come all ye faithful,
O come all ye unfaithful.
Come ye
even if just to see.

Humility,
simplicity.
the first noel,
Emmanuel.