The Christ-child lay on Mary’s lap,
\nHis hair was like a light.
\n(O weary, weary is the world,
\nBut here is all aright.)<\/p>\n
The Christ-child lay on Mary’s breast,
\nHis hair was like a star.
\n(O stern and cunning are the kings,
\nBut here the true hearts are.)<\/p>\n
The Christ-child lay on Mary’s heart,
\nHis hair was like a fire.
\n(O weary, weary is the world,
\nBut here the world’s desire.)<\/p>\n
The Christ-child stood at Mary’s knee,
\nHis hair was like a crown.
\nAnd all the flowers looked up at Him,
\nAnd all the stars looked down.<\/p>\n
–G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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