One day at dawn
A Child was born
A quiet Child
A royal Child
A Light from God had come to Earth
That dark November morn.
His mother said
He never cried.
Amazing Child
Contented Child
The Prince of Peace, a gift from God,
Had come to be our Guide.
This quiet Child
Would use no sword
No angry voice
No pounding fists.
He grew to use a Pen of Might
To share God’s sacred Word.
We celebrate
That wondrous morn
Because the Child
That quiet Child
Bahá’u’lláh, a gift from God,
The Promised One was born.
Iambic Nana 