Child of the Christmas Night

This is the time of the first sunrise When light self-born came as a helpless babe With hands to wipe away Mary’s tears And to wipe away seas of rulers and kings Eyes to finally see Mary’s smile The guiding star glittering in his eyes A mouth to barely speak to Mary’s soul And to declare three words to change the world’s soul Small feet to waddle to Mary’s arms And to walk on waters that shake and quake A face to smile at the shepherds and beasts And a face to unveil heaven’s fullness Delicate ears to hear three kings praise him To hear aeons praise him on the third day A body to be covered with straw And to be clothed with scars on a lonely tree