A Nativity Poem
The lips that spoke, “Lo, let there be,”
That raised the mountain, filled the sea,
The mouth that spoke till Sabbath rest,
Now suckles Mary’s virgin breast.
Thou Light of Light, in darkness born,
Of worldly warmth and welcome shorn,
As Thou came down, raise us above,
And fire our frigid hearts with love.
The Babe whom humble shepherds laud
Is God made man, and man made God,
The Father’s reckless love made known
In flesh and blood, in skin and bone.