Cold my heart, and poor, and low, <br />Like thy stable in the rock; <br />Do not let it orphan go, <br />It is of thy parent stock! <br />Come thou in, and it will grow <br />High and wide, a fane divine; <br />Like the ruby it will glow, <br />Like the diamond shine!<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-prayer-3/
