Come, Christmas Child, come again in your wonder,
changing the world with the light that you hold;
burst through the mist and the dust of the ages,
Word for our time to unwrap and unfold.
Come to be born in a comfortless cradle,
come where our cruelties keep us in chains:
Herod still hunts for our innocent children,
Rachel still weeps and her sorrow remains.
Bring us your mirror of hope and compassion,
bring us your mindset that mends and restores,
bake us the bread of new life you will offer,
knocking once more on humanity's doors.
Come, Christmas Child, in the festival's flurry,
come in the silence, the pain and the night,
come in the hearts that are faith-filled as Mary's,
bringing the joy of the love you invite.