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