"Mary, are you tired, my love?
"Again, no room in this inn for you!"
They traveled on. A Star above
Came closer. For her time was due.
"Don't worry, love, all will be fine."
"They told me, there's a stable near,
"Inside a cave, beyond that pine."
"I'm alright, Joseph, have no fear."
The Star soon hung upon that hill.
For on a manger made of hay
While angels sung and all was still
The new-born Saviour, Jesus, lay.
Be born in us! O Prince of Peace!
May our fraternal strife soon cease!
12 December 1987
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