For so the children come

And so they have been coming.

Always in the same way they come—

Born of the seed of man and woman.

No angels herald their beginnings

No prophets predict their future courses

No wise men see a star to show

where to find the babe that will save humankind

Yet each night a child is born is a holy night.

Fathers and mothers—sitting beside their children's cribs—

feel glory in the sight of a new life beginning.

They ask, "Where and how will this new life end?

Or will it ever end?"

Each night a child is born is a holy night—

A time for singing,

A time for wondering,

A time for worshipping.