Through The Eyes Of A Child
Wrapped in swaddling clothes, what could that be?
As a child, swaddling clothes was one big mystery to me.
I thought of ducks clothed in white feathers who loved to waddle.
Were feathers what those clothes were made of that did swaddle?
Laid in a manger was also as confusing as could be.
I always wondered if there danger was present you see.
I heard it was where horses and cows loved to eat.
I could imagine a cow taking a bite from Baby Jesus's feet.
No room in that inn was very misunderstood too.
I envisioned the letter N with people caged like in a zoo.
Why was there no room for Jesus who must have been so small?
Couldn't they have squished together and made some room after all?
Children have a way of seeing things that grown folks can't see.
Even though the story was misinterpreted, some truth still came to be.
People still don't seem to understand the glory that clothes our Lord and King.
People still practice hiding Jesus far away which is a very dangerous thing.
Some take a small taste and decide there isn't room in their life for Him.
Some crowd together with old lifestyles allowing His goodness and mercy to grow dim.
If only they would squish a place open in their heart big and wide.
Allowing Him to come N, forever at His beautiful feet, humbly to abide.