Dec 24 2012

Allan R. Bevere: This Little Babe

Original post at http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allanbevere/ROss/~3/mkPF33tt9IQ/this-little-babe.html

This little babe so few days old
is come to rifle Satan's fold

All hell doth at his presence quake
though he himself for cold do shake

For in this weak unarmed wise
the gates of hell he will surprise

With tears he fights and wins the field
his naked breast stands for a shield

His battering shot are babish cries
his arrows looks of weeping eyes

His martial ensigns Cold and Need
and feeble Flesh his warrior's steed.

His camp is pitched in a stall
his bulwark but a broken wall

The crib his trench haystalks his stakes
of shepherds he his muster makes

And thus as sure his foe to wound
the angels trumps alarum sound

My soul with Christ join thou in fight
stick to the tents that he hath pight

Within his crib is surest ward
This Little Babe will be thy guard

If thou wilt foil foes with joy then
flit not from this heavenly Boy!

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Allan Bevere

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