On A Cold And Frosty Winter's Morn, a poem by James Swatman at Spillwords.com
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On A Cold And Frosty Winter’s Morn

On A Cold And Frosty Winter’s Morn

written by: James Swatman

 

On a cold and frosty winter’s morn
Forty years ago on that day
Their baby son chose to be born
Such a shock when he came that way
Forty years ago on that day
Such great sadness in the past
Losing three and another-possibly
Such great sadness – it does last
Could they cope with more tragedy?
He arrived in no ordinary way
Forty years ago on that day
What a shock when he came that way
Forty years ago on that day

His mother’s waters suddenly broke
Now it’s up to her, to father and to Him
What a cosmic Irish joke!
Too late now for hospital in Trim
Their baby boy was on his way
Forty years ago on that day

It had to be up to us and Him
To get prepared for home delivery
On a cold and frosty winter’s morn
For a crash course in midwifery
Forty years ago on that day

With pounding heart and trembling hand
Praying hard for divine guidance
God and his mother showed him the way
Father delivered – he held sway
He too had come in that simple way
Their Christian faith had come into play
Forty years ago on that day

Catch the head – he’s coming fast
Baby arrived looking quite surprised
They could hardly believe their eyes
When their son chose to be born
Such elation, their sadness had passed
On that cold and frosty winter’s morn
Forty years ago on that day

Prayers of thanks were offered up
Their worst fears unrealised!
What relief – their son was alive
On a cold and frosty winters morn
Forty years ago on that day

Overjoyed, re-assured at last
Their greatest triumph –
Still unsurpassed
On that day when time stood still
What great joy after such great loss
Their Creator was indeed the boss
On that cold and frosty winter’s morn
When their son chose to be born
They’re still in shock that he came that way
And ever grateful that he came to stay
Forty years ago on that day.

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