Sweetest Child

In a manger

Where lambs are fed

In Bethlehem

The house of bread

Lies a baby

Heaven born

Creation’s hope

By God sworn.

My Lord My King

Why should you lay

In a chiseled rock

Filled with hay?

Did we see

One day soon

Another stone

For you is hewn?

Another rock

A different bed

For  your broken body

To rest instead?

Could we see

Even more

An empty tomb

An opened door? 

Sleep now baby

Sweetest child

Be now consoled

For a little while.

12/2021