Born in a Barn

A Poem by Richard Betts

Born in a barn
He keeps a door open
And no one can close it.

So come and find shelter from the cold

He once was a carpenter
Hung by nails

Now he’s the coming ruler
Who’ll make things straight

Where we don’t measure
He closes the gap

Born in a barn

The door’s still open
Completely on purpose

While you’re alive
Closed for late comers

Born in a barn
He knocks on our doors

So just be open