The Angel Choir

By DEREK BECHER

While cradled in his mother’s arms,

With lowly sounds from creatures near,

And father Joseph watching humbly

In a cave, with mild revere,

The infant Jesus — from a manger —

Rests with shepherds watching nigh,

And smiles, slightly, to the sounds

Of angels singing praise, nearby.

He’s lulled to sleep with lullabies

Of sweet and gentle harmony,

As angels from the star above

Exalt the child with melodies.