When Every Heart Accepts

The little donkey will be journeying

To Bethlehem again this Christmas Eve;

Still gently will he step, the unborn King

Upon his back. Will Mary have to leave

The blazing Inn to seek a stable bed?

Will shepherds listen to the angel song

With man-made spheres exploding overhead;

Jets cleaving spaceways through a starry throng?

The patient donkey's journey will be done

When every heart accepts the Holy One.