‭‭Luke‬ ‭2:7‬ ‭ESV‬‬ And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.

My recollections from milking our cow, named Blossom have given me a unique perspective of the “little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay”. It is usually quiet in the barn at night, but on that one special evening the silence was interrupted by a mother’s groans and a child’s cry. Our dear Lord humbly came, allowing His tiny arms and legs to be wrapped in swaddling clothes and His small head found its rest on a rough pile of hay in the ciw’s feeding trough. I hope my memories may bring the echo of this song back to your heart as you listen to our singing.

“Be near me Lord Jesus I ask Thee to stay. Close by me forever and love me I pray.”