Listen

The voice sounds it's exhortation 
  rough, restrained, yelling
There is nothing like its sound
  strange to the ears 
Unexpected in the retelling
  of a babe, and shepherds
Praise in another form, art in itself
  emphasis and grandeur 
Just a part, don't fret it's all
  part of the story, strangeness
Helps reunite us with the too familiar
  we do not see its beauty
The difference renders us speechless
  somehow rejoicing again 
Near the manger and smells
  too unpleasant, yet there