He Had Made Cradles

He bowed in awe, mute with humility--

He had made cradles for many a little one--

Before him in a manger-cradle lay

A Kingly Son.

Not his, but born of Mary. Not over strange

Was the clean stable with its scent of hay;

He had known mangers and contented cattle

With their gentle way.

He knew the voice of prophecy, and spoke

With an angel; learned of Mary's promised Son.

While waiting, tenderly he made a cradle

For the Little One.

They two would roam the fields of Nazareth;

Would both be carpenters until He grew ...

He bowed his head in tender reverence

For he knew ... He knew!