The hearts grow ever weary
And so we turn to gaze at Him
Who holds us all so dearly.
How could this tiny baby boy
Have come to mean so much?
It was not just His mother’s joy
It is His gentle touch.
He came to set us all quite free
From guilt and shame and harm
If our blind eyes could only see
The love and peace and calm.
This is my prayer at Christmas tide
For all of us on earth
That we kneel at that manger’s side
And know that wondrous mirth.
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