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