by Alize Patterson
|On a cold, snowy, New York day,|
|God looked upon the earth in dismay|
|He thought, "This world needs some joy around here|
me see what I can do to bring more cheer."
|As a couple awaiting birth, in the Bronx cold,|
|God announced, "They will receive the gift I will mold.|
|They'll receive a boy who will grow into a man|
only for awhile, will he live on the land."
|He took from the sun, rays of light|
|to shine through the boy's pearly whites.|
|He took from the trees, strength and height|
make this gift a wondrous sight.
|"Easy on the eyes," God said, "he will be,|
|that way you'll know he came from me."|
|His hair made dark just like the night sky.|
stars were taken and placed in his eyes.
|"When this boy grows into a man|
|The look he gives will be his command."|
|From the ocean He wove many waves in his hair|
added here and there on his body so bare.
|Long arms, legs to walk with grace,|
|With a caring and loving look on his face.|
|Men will look up to him, women will swoon,|
hero for children from a catchy little tune.
|He will have compassion and interest in mankind|
|he will be fun, well-liked, with an active mind,|
|full of elegance, charm and an adventurous way,|
rolled out his best and called it a day.
|"He'll be human, no doubt, and make wrong turns,|
|but I'll be right there to see that he learns."|
|After completion of such a marvelous plan,|
said, "There shall be no other like this man."
|So our gift from heaven will forever be part|
|of our group, our thoughts, our souls, our hearts.|