The Seers
ONLY the lowly and the wise
Hear victory songs in infant cries!
Proud eyes may swiftly turn away
From Jesus’ manger bed of hay,
Yet do the pure, with perfect sight,
See chariots of holy light
And heavenly horsemen, clad in power
Invading time each day and hour.
In silent prayer they venture far
Beyond this world’s most distant star,
Encounter God in every place
Where saint and sinner need His grace.
Catherine Baird
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