Far Off in a Trough

Judith, Creative Commons

Judith, Creative Commons

Far off in a trough, no crib for a bed,
The wee young God man lay down His sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky look down where He lay,
The wee young God man sound sleeps on the hay.

The cows start a low moo, the babe He soon wakes
But God’s love gift to us, no cry does He make.
I love Thee, my sweet King, look down from the sky.
And stay by my bed ’til the morn is nigh.

Be near me my good Lord, I ask You to stay
Close by me for all time, and love me, I pray.
Bless all the dear young ones in your peace and care,
And fit us for Your home, to live with you there.

Can you guess the task?


15 thoughts on “Far Off in a Trough

  1. This is an awesome response to the One-Syllable Word Challenge. I love it . . . love it . . . love it!!! Wow — even the Title consists of One-Syllable Words. I’m just floored. This one’s out the park!

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  2. What a great response to the daily prompt – I love it! I’ve just posted mine. I re-wrote the Luke and Matthew verses which tell the Christmas story. I found the names the biggest monosyllabic challenge: Mary and Bethlehem took some creative thinking and frankincense us now ‘strong scent’!


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