That
brings men miles to bend their knee?
What
is it hidden in the straw
That
shepherds leave their flocks to see?
When
local folks who live nearby
Pass
by the place indifferently.
God’s
whispered Word to those with ears;
His
still small voice is in that stall.
God’s
candlelight’s in Bethlehem,
A
flickering thing, so pure, so small,
That
only those with eyes to see
Perceive
his secret in it all.
Lord,
place your Word within my heart,
And
make my soul your manger bed;
That
whether noticed or ignored
My
life may speak what your life said;
That
those who have the eyes to see
May
meet you in this cattle shed.
HPW
©
God
bless you all,
Howard Webber
Bournemouth, UK
1 comment:
"Make my soul your manger bed" . . . Beautiful!
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