Let Her Dream

Walk gently little donkey for you bear

The patient waiting Mary as your load.

The silent Joseph breathes an anxious prayer

And, pondering, walks beside you on the road.

O little lamps of Heaven, softly shine,

Reveal the wonderment in Mary's eyes:

A kingly little, son, His sire divine!

Remembered angel-words still bring surprise.

Dreaming, she smiles and sees a path of glory.

The night is brightened by a strange new star,

The angels have begun to sing their story,

The Magi journey from their lands afar.

Ahead lies Calvary. Stars, softly gleam.

Walk gently little donkey, let her dream.

Midwest Chaparral