God on a Plate – a poem for Christmas
A babe in a manger displacing the hay
Oxen and Ass were shuffled away
How would they eat? What for a meal?
When all that remained was shepherd-made zeal
The babe grew to manhood
Turned famine to food
And fresh water wine
Surely this, is something divine?
Then with His friends, gathered to sup
Breaking the bread, taking the cup
Gave of himself for their daily meat
Making for all an everyday feast
From cradle to cross
He welcomed the cost
This meal he would make
A babe in a manger become God on a plate
©️Andrew Dotchin – Christmas 2018