By Peter Mayer
In Bethlehem a manger waits,
Long ago and so today,
Where hatred-weary people pray,
Love will come and lay there.
And so do countless stables stand
In hearts as harsh as desert lands,
Rough shelters in the wind and sands,
So love will come and stay there.
Love that opens fists of hate,
Heaps up gold on beggars’ plates,
Love that shows a kindly face
To enemies and strangers.
And the walls of stables tremble so
When the winds of fear and judgement blow,
For a stable hopes in love alone
And knows that love’s the answer.
O love the prophet’s only word,
The only lesson left to learn,
The only end of heaven’s work,
And the only road that goes there.
Love that sees with mercy’s eyes,
Holds its arms out open wide,
Threads its loom with sep‘rate lives,
And weaves them all together.
So may the lamps of stables glow
Brightly that their light may go
For miles in the darkness so
Love will find its way there.
© 2005 PeterMayer/Blueboat Publishing