The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,His hair was like a light.(O weary, weary were the world,But here is all aright.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's breastHis hair was like a star.(O stern and cunning are the kings,But here the true hearts are.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart,His hair was like a fire.(O weary, weary is the world,But here the world's desire.)
The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee,His hair was like a crown,And all the flowers looked up at Him,And all the stars looked down.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Favorite Chesterton Christmas Poems
Here's my favorite. What's yours? Put a link to it in the combox.
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