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