Behold, the Prince of Peace!
Prompted by faith the wise men set out to see the messiah.
They fell prostrate upon arriving. Their prayers answered they returned by 'another way' rather than return to Herod's request.
This Sunday, are we setting out like the 3 Kings? Have we fallen to our knees to pray? Where have we 'turned' to travel by the way of God, incarnate?
The infant Jesus will grow, has grown in our receipt of the sacraments. We are on a journey every Sunday, every day of the year. What are we bearing to present in gratitude to his bride, the church?
Infant Jesus, Prince of Peace-
Lord protect the gift of life
So tiny and so true!
The dangers are underscored
As but a mere shade of blue
Yet the cries endure of war and flee
that in each cell you dwell!
So Glory, Praise and Hosana Sing
For the in the Babe is you!
Men have you protected each woman and child
That graced your life today?
In you the father, brother and son
Rises a noble herald for prayer!
The world will try to lead you not
But to use, consume and despair.
Epiphany calls you to a new lead
To entrust your life to Heaven's plea!
Women on this day your heart beats once again
For the Kings have seen that life is the treasure, anything but plain!
We travel on a journey, all nations heed the call
The infant Jesus, Prince of Peace calls each into his light where there are Horizons not walls!