Born
Warm harbours spread their welcome arms,
Endeavour to enfold the frail
And fragile form of he who breathed
A primal breath of life's avail.
Arriving, wrapped in blanket blue
And softer than ethereal cloud,
His right to own the given gift,
Miracle seized and cried aloud.
Of womb dispensed and warm caress,
To claim this earthly ministry
Of life and love and fated chance,
Born just as kings are born to be…
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