I have been working on this poem for some time, and still cannot get it quite right. But here is the most recent draft - sometimes putting it "out there" helps me to see it in a new light:
There was a glow on that night
when all Heaven burst with joy,
angels singing at the sight
of this small and fragile boy.
His mother held him in her arms
as he breathed his first full breath
all of nature could he charm,
a light in the darkness.
With tears in His eyes, His son was born,
a fullness of love brand new.
It was God's heart which shone that morn,
His tears the early dew.
Mary held him to her breast
while Joseph in wonder did stand
to see this miraculous guest
and touch his tender hand.
This son of God, this son of man,
was born to lead us back home.
Our job just to understand
his love is the heart of our poem.