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 breast,
His 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 at Mary's knee,
His hair was like a crown.
And all the flowers looked up at Him,
And all the stars looked down.
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Comments2Wow, this poem really captures the beauty and simplicity of Christmas! Makes you appreciate the true meaning behind it 🙂
Just read this amazing poem. "His hair was like a light." such vivid imagry! Reminds me that in the midst of life's chaos, there's still peace and beauty to be found. really sets the mood for the holidays! Totally loved it.