Perplexing and Amazing
Perplexing and amazing,
No words will help explain,
And yet so sweet, enticing,
To ponder once again:
That lacking roof and shelter,
Thou found a trough for sheep
And chose, my newborn Savior,
Upon its hay to sleep.
No sparrow knows such danger,
Protected in her nest.
At night she does not search for
A place in which to rest.
Each wild beast has his lair
To safely crawl inside.
But shall my young deliv’rer
In this crude manger hide?
O, come! My homeless Savior,
This heart can be Thy throne.
Its walls should be familiar –
Bought with blood of Thine own.
With tearful sighs and singing
I beg Thee come within
This home of Thine own making,
Thy swaddled sleep begin.