A Little Christmas

Gather us into one city, roar

and set us flying, from Cairo,

Erbil, London, Prague. A city

of many peoples and one God:

                   and a little child leading.

                                 Lord of the snows and the quiet country 

                                 under frost, we see you rise to tread the

                                 heights of earth. Lord of the snows and

                                              the churning cities, we listen for your 

                                              voice. Infant lion, give forth voice

                                              to bid us come, gathered in one city.

                                 Lord of the snows and the summer heat,

                                 Lord of all great cities, roar and bring us

                                 trembling to the holy hill, where your glory is.