“Tiny Manger,” Friend, Dec. 1982, 32
Tiny Manger
The rush of Christmas traffic blurs
The days that we prepare
To celebrate the birthday of
A babe so sweet and fair.
In all the rush did we neglect
A place for Christ to stay—
A tiny manger in our hearts
Where He may spend each day?
For once within, His presence grows;
The love that will unfold
Will be enough to reach and warm
A world confused and cold.
Photos by Jed Clark