<h3 id="A_Christmas_Child">A Christmas Child</h3>
<p>SHE came to me at Christmas time and made me mother, and it seemed<br/>
There was a Christ indeed and He had given me the joy I’d dreamed.</p>
<p>She nestled to me, and I kept her near and warm, surprised to find<br/>
The arms that held my babe so close were opened wider to her kind.</p>
<p>I hid her safe within my heart. “My heart” I said, “is all for you,”<br/>
But lo! She left the door ajar and all the world came flocking through.</p>
<p>She needed me. I learned to know the royal joy that service brings,<br/>
She was so helpless that I grew to love all little helpless things.</p>
<p>She trusted me, and I who ne’er had trusted, save in self, grew cold<br/>
With panic lest this precious life should know no stronger, surer hold.</p>
<p>She lay and smiled and in her eyes I watched my narrow world grow broad,<br/>
Within her tiny, crumpled hand I touched the mighty hand of God!</p>
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