- by Liz Folland, Missionary, Sydney
One of my favorite hymns is Away in a Manger...
“Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
the little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the sky look down where He lay, the little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.”
Those words paint such a picture for me of that first Christmas. In a bed borrowed from cattle and sheep, lit by the borrowed light of a starry night, with a family resting in a cave borrowed from an innkeeper or shepherds; the Saviour of the world was born.
What a humble, simple beginning for anyone, but especially for a king.