In a feed box, in a stable,
Jesus slept upon the hay;
So, our God, you came among us,
Bringing peace on earth that day.
Beautiful upon the mountain!
Christ, you bring us God’s shalom;
May we share your love and justice
In each land and town and home.
In a shelter, poor and homeless,
Sleeps a child upon her bed;
In a basement hides a family,
Bombs exploding overhead.
Jesus, you knew want and hunger;
Your own family fled the sword.
May we see you, may we hear you,
In each one oppressed or poor.
In the church, we seek your presence;
Prince of Peace, you meet us here:
See! A person seeking shelter.
See! Another filled with fear.
See! A world where lives are broken;
Give us strength and help us care,
Till our love for every neighbor
Fills each thought and act and prayer
|First Line:||In a feedbox, in a stable|
|Title:||In a Feedbox, in a Stable|
|Author:||Carolyn Winfrey Gillette|
|Scripture:||Isaiah 52:7; Matthew 2:13-15; Luke 2:1-21|
|Copyright:||Copyright © 1998 by Carolyn Winfrey Gillette. All rights reserved|