Advent to Candlemas (Vol. 4)


A child escaped from Herod's sword
Did not escape the Roman tree;
Thus was the journey of Our Lord
From Bethlehem to Calvary.

And as we see him lying there
Or as he watches from the cross,
How far do we extend our care,
Repent the deed, make good the loss?

In every country children cry,
Abused and starved, tortured and killed:
No code for Christians to live by,
Not why He died, not what He willed.

Then for the Manger and the Cross
Strive to set every child free:
Love without a sense of loss
From Bethlehem to Calvary.