Gift Wrapped in Swaddling Clothes
Gift wrapped in swaddling clothes
Upon the cattle's hay,
Outside the inn where people feed,
The bread from heaven lay.
The thorn-crowned Man in royal robes
The populace refuse?
Acclaimed instead a murderer,
And Rome's rule o'er the Jews.
Enshrouded dead in Joseph's tomb,
He lays the wraps aside,
Steps out to Kingship over all,
And claims His church as bride.
Clothed now in majesty
In heaven that Man I see
Who came and love and died and rose
To give Himself for me.
- Donald M. Taylor