Our Bethlehem

On Christmas night, God kindled love's warm blaze
In Bethlehem. The singing seraphim
Proclaimed the golden news from heaven's rim;
And shepherds, leaving flocks to sleep or graze,
On eager-running feet sped off to gaze
Upon the new-born King. Though lights were dim,
With wondering joy that night they looked on Him.
But few had eyes to see in those blind days.

So many years; and have we yet the eyes
To seek and find him in the lowly place
Where we must meet? Have we the deep surmise
That He can give us strength and joy and grace
To conquer life and death? The glad surprise
Of seeing in the Christ God's radiant face?

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