A blanket of straw-
A pillow of stone-
Cold is the night-
And He’s born alone.
No cheering of crowds-
No place on a throne-
Cold is the night-
My Lord is alone.
In favor- in stature-
Lord Jesus has grown-
But nobody knows-
And He’s still alone.
Nailed to a cross-
Apostles have flown-
He’s forgiven them all-
But my King’s still alone.
Once more He lives-
Hands and side He has shown-
Ascended to Heaven-
Now with God in His throne!
He cries to each heart-
The gospel has sown-
“Call upon me-
“And you’re never alone!”
Always a comfort; that reminder that my Lord chose to suffer abandonment for me…to be alone as no one has ever been, so that … I’m never alone. Beautifully said, my dear.
Thank you, Mrs. Fisher. This thought has become very new and meaningful to me this Christmas. I hope it was a blessing to you! 🙂