So Small a Thing
By Helen Lowrie
So small a thing on which to build
A faith so firmly kept –
A babe born in a stable crude
Where restless cattle slept.
One bright star shining down upon
The place wherein He lay,
To guide the lowly shepherds there
And show great kings the way.
A simple tale, yet through the years
Its start simplicity
Has taken on the richness
Of a priceless tapestry;
For man has woven into it
His hopes, his highest dreams,
His love, his fancy, his beliefs,
His own star’s brightest beams.
And from that manger miracle,
The tapestry has grown –
The riches tale of miracles
The world has ever known
So small a thing on which to base
A whole world’s peace and joy –
A bed of straw, a star, a song,
And one small baby boy.