Swaddle & Shroud | Poem

Swaddle & Shroud by Amy Heyse

For swaddle and shroud
The Lord was destined
Through the myst'ry of
The Incarnation.

From wooden cross
A shadow's cast;
The Savior laid
To rest at last.

In wooden manger,
A bed of hay
Is fitted for
The Lord this day.

Food for man
Atop food for beast
Came to feed
The least of least.

The baby Christ,
Born to die,
Entered our world
With a cry

To open heaven and
Take sins away
In the arms of Mary
On Christmas Day.


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