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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Friday, December 20, 2013

The Christ Child's Journey

The Christ Child's Journey
by H. Linn Murphy
Oh little town of Bethlehem
We see your lights afar
O'er lowing sheep, 
Our vigil keep
Beneath the glowing star

Tiny place all tuck'd away
Tho thou be passing small
Tonight you own
A babe not grown
The savior of us all. 

The angels sang that balmy night
Of baby come from Heaven
To save us all
From Satan's thrall
And all our flaws to leaven.

In Nazareth, the shelter place
The starlight-showered trail
Leads from the East
Both men and beasts
To baby's knee travail.

Again to Bethlehem they went
To share Passover's treat
The boy they found
With men drawn 'round
To worship at his feet

He traveled far from place to place
Down dusty roads and long
He healed the ill
And did God's will
He righted many wrongs.

Then in Gethsemane he bled
And suffered for our pains
He took the cup
And drank it up
No thought for his own gain.

Oh city of Jerusalem
With dusty steps replete
Tonight hath trod
The son of God
Along Golgothas street.

Now we must try to follow close
Along our Brother's trail
He led the way
Down to this day
Now it is our travail.

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