Rebecca's Gift

Joel Bjorling

 

My name is Rebecca,
I live in Bethlehem
My parents own an inn
And I have to work for them!
I am ten years old
My life is one big chore:
I have to help cook,
But, worse, I have to mop the floor

I go to school,
My teacher is so mean,
The way he drills those Hebrew words,
You�d think I was a machine!
I have a brother, Jacob,
Who just turned three,
His purpose in life
Is to mercilessly torture me.  

My life was a hopeless mess
Until a man came to the inn;
He was going on a journey
To the land of his kin;
His wife was named Mary
And she was having a baby;
�Don�t disturb them,� mother warned,
�I don�t mean maybe!!�

But a baby at the inn,
That was s-------o cool!
Wait til the kids
Heard about it at school!
I watched Mary�s every move
For a juicy story to share;
So there wasn�t a moment to spare!

I hid in a corner,
Near Mary�s room;
If I made a noise
I�d get smacked with the broom;
One day, Mary saw me,
She turned to me and smiled,
�What is your name?�, she asked,
�Please stay for awhile.

I said, �My name is Rebecca,
I didn�t mean to peek
But having a baby at the inn
Is something pretty unique;�
�I�m glad to meet you,� Mary said with a grin,
�Let�s you and I go for a walk,
I�d like a new friend
With whom I could talk.�

�What will you call the baby?�
I excitedly asked,
�Whoa, you have so many questions,�
She said, �You�re going too fast�;
�It will be a boy, his name is Jesus,�
She quietly explained,
�Which means that we are never alone,
In sunlight or rain.�

I was so excited
About when the baby would come,
I was beside myself,
I was almost undone!
I�d never seen a baby be born,
It was a thrilling mystery;
I said, �When you call the doctor,
Don�t forget to call me!�

Later that night,
I awoke with a cry,
Was that music I heard
Playing outside?
I ran to my window,
I couldn�t believe my eyes�
There was a multitude of angels
Singing in the sky!

Mary was sitting by the manger
With her baby in her arms;
He was dressed in simple clothes,
Safe from harm;
A bright light was shining
That flooded the room;
Somebody said that three wise men
Would be here soon.

Things were happening so fast,
I couldn�t see;
Darn! The baby was born
Without me!
Mary laid the baby in the manger,
Then she said with a smile,
�Rebeka, I need to rest,
Will you watch Jesus for awhile?�

Was I ever excited,
I�d never babysat before!
I went to the manger
And knelt on the floor;
I felt so lucky
To so faithfully attend;
I said, �Hello, Jesus, I am Rebecca,
I want to be your friend.�

Jesus reached out his arms,
I held him so close,
He was the sweetest baby,
The special, the most;
I�ll never forget
What happened that night:
The wise men brought gifts
And a star shined so bright.

They brought gold, incense, and myrrh,
The finest, the fair,
But I was a child,
I had nothing to share;
Mary took me in her arms,
�Rebeka, what do you mean,
You have nothing to give?
You�ve got more love than I�ve ever seen!�

She said, �Love is the gift
That Jesus desires the most;
There�s not enough gold
For anyone to boast!
Rebecca, your love
Is your greatest gift,
Cherish it always,
There�s none finer than this.�

 

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