A Child Is Born

This night, in a dark alley, a child is born.

Could this be Him, the one about men of old have sworn?

Wrapped in newsprint, within a cardboard box He lies,

With no one to tend Him as all alone He cries.

The streets festooned with lights of red and green,

As holiday shoppers bustle by, the child unseen.

Angels gather round the babe their watch to keep,

As He slowly drifts into a wakeless sleep.

In a south side crack house, this night, a child is born.

Could this be He, the one about men of old have sworn?

Rolled in a rug, tucked gently beneath the pee stained bed,

On the floor His mother lets out a cry of fear and dread.

Faint hymns of distant carolers carry on the wind,

A Salvation Army bell rings just around the bend.

Unknown to all, the baby gasps for His last breath,

While a young mother contemplates her own death.

In a church this very night a special Mass is said;

To honor a child, which in a manger laid His head.

While in a dumpster yet another infant cries,

Bruised and broken yet another infant dies.

Each Child which in the lowliest circumstance is born,

Is He, the very one about which men of old have sworn.

For have you not heard what is done to the least of thee,

Is also none other than that which is done to He.

So as we remember the child in the manger so dear,

Let us not forget the young ones who cower in fear;

And as we celebrate the birth of God's only Son,

Let us make a vow to help all of the forgotten ones.

Written by: Kyle Boyd-Robertson 12/19/09

Dedicated to: Diana Joy Albertsen & her tireless efforts to help the "Forgotten Ones"