Manger
I know not how you found me
In such unlikely place.
Mary laid You in my heart.
Cold, stone, manger of a heart.
Your beams began their warming,
My soul to penetrate.
Yes your beams sang forth their shine
Where marrow and bone entwine.
O’erflow a manger with life.
Of things cut down and slain.
Provender for lowly beast,
God Himself the blessed feast.
You work Your ways in secret,
Yet angels sing it ‘broad.
O manger, spill forth glory.
Spill forth this Christmas story.
Barnyard of Heaven 