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Praise Him for the Incarnation
For the Word made flesh.
I will not sing
of shepherds watching flocks
on frosty night
or angel choristers.
I will not sing of stable bare in Bethlehem
Or lowing oxen
Wise men
Trailing distant star
With gold and frankincense and myrrh
Tonight I will sing
Praise to the Father
Who stood on heaven’s threshold
And said farewell to His Son
As He stepped across the stars
To Bethlehem
And Jerusalem.

And I will sing praise to the infinite eternal Son
Who became most fine
A Baby
Who would one day be executed
For my crimes

Praise Him in the heavens.
Praise Him in the stable.
Praise Him in my heart.
Joseph Bayly