O, take me back to that old Beth’lem stall
When Creator and His creation mesh
In fragile form and new born baby fresh
To save the world corrupt in greed withal.
Take me back to see him three kings enthral
And yet a borrowed stable was his creche
And simple shepherds first to see the flesh
Of God most High in manger, weak and small.
History tells of man’s great sin and shame;
The darkness spreads through all our vital veins
Infecting us with complicity and blame.
To us he came, with us to feel our pains
To live that perfect life in human frame.
Take me back to see when Earth got heaven’s gains.
Written on 5th December 2019.