Swaddled
by Brian Kaylor
Away in a manger, no
Crying he makes. In swaddling
Clothes, the Christ babe sleeps in peace.
Stalkingly I watch as my
Son dreams in his crib. Swaddled
Tightly brings a silent night.
Hurt by this cold world with no
Comfort and joy, I find peace
Swaddled in my Father's love.
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