Flicker of icon lamp, low hum,

My son sleeps, Messiah to come.

A babe he is, yet mirrors light,

Of Bethlehem's star, in darkest night.

Will sorrows pierce his tiny hand?

Will hatred grip this promised land?

I pray, protect him, Holy Dove,

Instruct his heart in boundless love.

Teach him the hymns, the ancient ways,

Through fasting, prayer, and holy days.

That when he walks where shadows creep,

His faith, like ours, He'll safely keep.

A father's fear, a soul's deep plea,

Messiah's child, for eternity.

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