By Joan Estelle High
© December 2004
Mary, Joseph, Holy Child, three who did share a cave
You would find us rich beyond belief from your shelter in a stall.
Not rich as those who then did rule. No Cadillacs, you
only had a mule.
Sweet little baby so snug in your nest, Nestled close on your
You suckled at your mother's breast, no canned milk to do you any
Later on you would sit and wait to eat,. not micro waved food on a
Roasted leg of lamb with herbs so sweet, this is a meal for which all
Fragrant pungent odors fill the room., The flickering shadows
on yonder wall
Dance on silently to an unheard tune. Like an old picture show that
No beds on which you turn and toss. Just some sweet hay formed into
Covered with a plain homespun cloth, a place to rest and lay your weary
This little family all alone in the night, they were just eating,
loving and living.
Somehow they had something right, look at the good example they were
Dear Joseph, you gave Mary your love, you chose all Mary's burdens
You could have put her away in shame, instead choose to give her
Mary you gave Jesus the gift of His life, and gave your entire life
to His care.
Oh, how your heart must have been broken, when they hung this
child so fair.
Jesus, you too gave all that you had, you just tried
to show us the right way.
Your father's will was within you still, as even to death on the cross
I do know we live in another time, our standards are not the same in
But may God help us so we might learn, the difference in getting