A Christmas devotion
The baby smiles and I am born.
His tiny hand makes mine seem strong.
The longing in his eyes reflects my own.
I look with love and wonder.
And hold my heart’s desire.
The baby cries and I’m afraid.
His tears break my heart.
How can I comfort this little one,
Who means more to me than my very life?
The baby sleeps and the world’s at peace.
Not a care troubles his little brow.
I hold him tenderly and promise all my love.
What does the future hold in store for you?
How many will look to you with longing?
How many will find in you their heart’s desire?
How many still long for your smiles to fall on them?
But for now, I’m just glad to hold you in my arms.
If anything can break my heart, it’s losing you.
If anyone can mend my heart, again it is you.
And it’s you who brings me comfort,
Whose life gives me my very life.
So, sleep now and be at peace.
Troubles will come, and thorns pierce your brow.
But still I hold you tenderly and promise all my love.
Spiritual Devotion 