Small boy crying in mother's arms
His father silent and patient
Words are not important in love.
Pious prophet praying in the temple
And old Anna with wisdom of heart
Grace of Heaven is abundant.
People in a hurry seeing nothing
Bread, chatter and lack of time
Family is in the shadow below.
Only sunshine flowing down the face
Of child makes him smile
Sonata of wind and chirp of birds:
Alleluia, Amen, Word becoming flesh!