Let Christ Be Born
By Dorothy Pierson
There is an infant Christ in all…
An infant birth of love,
An infant birth of faith,
Just the tiniest beginning point of light that glimpses the Christmas story.
It draws deep from the soul
In music of the season
So beyond reason and
That night of wonder!
As the shepherds heard and saw
I, like the, in awe
View the infant Christ in me.
In me! Imagine the audacity!
It had to be a stable lowly—
I could not see myself holy
Except as a tiny newborn babe.
The mystic Star shines bright
And I, so encompassed in its light,
Let the warmth and healing Truth
Of that Christmas night enfold me.
I kneel
In adoration real
At my Christ’s birth.
