The First Christmas - Love Was There

by Albert Joseph Herbert

When neither kings nor kin were there,
It mattered little, Mary Love,
Just who was there or anywhere,
For Love Itself, for Love was there.

Full many were dismayed a King
Could not afford more royal wear,
Have nobles by, and glittering spears,
And a crown of gold for His hair.

No senates came with tribute due,
The most of men seemed not to care,
It mattered little, Mary Love,
For Love Itself, and you, were there.

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