What if He came,

On a night that was chilly,

To a downtown retreat,

On the west side of Philly?

Would the angels still sing,

Would the sky fill with light?

Would the cops on their beat,

Be surprised at the sight?

Would they text the retreat,

Then check on the stat?

Could a Saviour be born,

In a hovel like that?

I think they would know,

As their toes came uncurled,

That the scene they just witnessed,

Would soon knock their world