A Prayer for Christmas Week
The child, the little lamb
Come into the darkness with light
God of the margins, silent
But moving on this joyous night
Secrets of heaven revealed
The shepherd faces filled with awe
Angels appear in starry field
I believe what the poor man saw
The child, the little lamb
Might I hold the Son of God
In this finite human hand
The child the little lamb
Might I love the Son of God
Lord help me understand
The child, the little lamb
Mary holds him to her breast
The God of all now nurtured
So few shall give him rest
God with us knows our hunger
Immanuel born so small
The wine the bread the wonder
Enough to feed us all
The child, the little lamb
Might I hold the Son of God
In this heart of finite man
The child, the little lamb
Might I love the Son of God
Be part of His wondrous plan
The child, the little lamb
Some Herod plans his death again
While his disciples sweat and quiver
Good Friday not part of their plan
I, too, seek safer path than this
Way of the Cross not who I am
We fall, we fail the Holy child
And drink the blood of God’s lamb
The child, the little lamb
Might I hold the Son of God
In this finite human hand
The child the little lamb
Might I love the Son of God
Lord help me understand
– Jon Trott / December 27, 2013
And another Christmas poem by Jon:
