Come into infant smallness,
Swaddling love
Laid Him in the manger.
Unnailed from the cross
He was swathed by love
And laid in a tomb.
But before He had been
Love-pillowed
Lying asleep in the storm.
Before He had laid Himself down
In love’s company
To celebrate the feast.
Afterwards, knowing what it means,
He will have His faithful lie down,
For love to serve.
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