Come in, come in and warm thyself
by the fire of love,
kindled by kindness and
breathing out the incense
of acceptance
Come, gather 'round
the crackling branches,
pruned and withered,
still offering warmth and light
as they fall to ash and truly die
in the warmth of grace and
by the blaze of holiness
be scoured and cleansed,
be set to rest
Come out of the wet, the cold,
the wild wind—to the hearth
and heart of this home,
wherein Christ dwells in mirth
and tears, in hugs and hands
Come in, come in and sit
thyself beside the fire
of hospitality and glowing embers,
where we laugh and weep
and still remember.
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