Second Attempt

A baby was born,
Who was to be king,
But was born in a barn,
A most unseemly thing.

The child was small,
With such perfect form,
That none would suspect
Of the upcoming storm.

From the moment he breathed,
To the moment he laughed,
His days were numbered
To when he'd breath his last.

The reason he lived
Was that he had to die,
To save us all
And he complied.

God had a plan
For his only child,
So as he watched him grow,
I think that he smiled.

But then it happened,
That cold, dark day,
His son gave his life
And thus gave us the way.

Now we can join God,
In heaven above,
And thank him for sending
His child of love.

Ok, so I guess it could be better, but I am getting hungry and I can't think of anything else. Sorry. Merry Christmas!!!! ...Eve...

~ Captain Bonnie Spinner