Christmas found

Look not back, it is not there.It is our very own to bear.Feel not one slightest day removedFrom what the childlike mother proved.To each of us a child is born.Unhistoried, the holy mornIs ours—in every blessed way;As present as this present day.What shepherds felt and saw and soughtFirst was found within—and broughtTo birth in fields. (Long before they sawThe babe, the light instilled their awe.)The same light beckons us today:Come see where the Christ child lay.

So look not back, but look within:Fathered by God, and free from sin,To you the tender Christ is given.

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