Who is this Herod in my heart

From the Boundless Life collection

Who is this Herod in my heart

That seeks to kill the child?

It is the one who measures life

Till all is weighed and filed;

Who only thinks in terms of power,

Of wealth or of success;

Who worships all the outer things

That bring us untold stress.

 

Our inner life is like a child

Awaiting to be born,

A child who threatens Herod’s power

With strength that tyrants scorn.

To choose the way of inner growth

Brings all the pangs of birth,

Yet pain can open doors to change,

The change that saves the Earth.

 

O Christ, the babe, devoid of wealth,

Deprived of outer power,

Help us locate that birthing space

In which our Spirits flower,

For in our deepest silent world

There lies a sacred way

To all that frees our inner child

And lets its spirit play.

 

Text © William Livingstone Wallace. Arrangement © Barry Brinson.

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