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Scott Robbins, composer
The Christ-Child Lay In Mary's Lap
The Christ-child lay in Mary's lap, His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary were the world, But here is all aright.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast, His hair was like a star.
(O stern and cunning are the kings, But here the true hearts are.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart, His hair was like a fire.
(O weary, weary is the world, But here the world's desire,)
The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee, His hair was like a crown
And all the flowers looked up at Him, And all the stars looked down.
G. K. Chesterton
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