They sky am I o'er Bethlehem lands
I'm bright and blue o'er the ancient sands,
I saw, long past, two travelers bold,
Who walked abroad a night so cold.
A wind then blew, it's harshness grew,
And to a cave the travelers flew.
'Twas than the night; cold, dark, and quiet
Shone suddenly bright 'sif the sun came by it,
And then a glow the cave did show
I thought, "'It's odd."
Until I looked and there I saw-
The Son of God.