Sleep, little one.
You’re born into a world of hate and fright.
Hope is a thing that few believe in.
Sleep, little dear.
If you can – with all the people shouting in the streets
Wailing for the death of love and peace.
They don’t know that You’re here.
Sleep, little Prince.
Your death will bring a death to all our sin.
Your Resurrection save and sanctify us from within.
Your return will rapture us to Your presence and Your bliss!
And all of heaven and earth will praise Your Love and Truth and Might!
On this hallowed eve,