Come now, Lord Jesus, enter our Christmas, be to us no stranger in this new-made manger. Come, small and human, born of a woman, yet a Son much greater of our own Creator. Come, cold and crying, comfort denying, no place to receive you, few yet to believe you. Come, poor and simple, our flesh your temple, in your body feeling hurt as well as healing. Come, gift and token, bread to be broken, star and sign still point you, myrrh will yet anoint you.