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More poems about Birth of Saviour.
THE CRECHE
In a stable all cold and bare
A little creche sits quietly there,
Normally a manger full of hay,
But Jesus lay there one special day.
The new baby was our Saviour and king.
Let us all wonder at this great thing,
A creche, just a manger all forlorn
Waiting for Jesus to be born.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson. 11 December 2005