Tuesday, December 24, 2019

All the stars looked down






The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary were the world,
But here is all aright.)

The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast
His hair was like a star.
(O stern and cunning are the kings,
But here the true hearts are.)



The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart,
His hair was like a fire. 
(O weary, weary is the world,

But here the world's desire.)
The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee,
His hair was like a crown, 
And all the flowers looked up at Him,

And all the stars looked down.



The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart,
His hair was like a fire. 
(O weary, weary is the world,

But here the world's desire.)
The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee,
His hair was like a crown, 
And all the flowers looked up at Him,

And all the stars looked down. 




 G.K. Chesterton







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