The Infant Jesus Of Prague Poem by Michael Walker

Honor Him, and you shall never want,
For kings have prayed to him and heard Him say,
'Have pity on Me, Whom the people taunt,
And I will pity you, and show the way.'

'Give me my Hands, and I will give you peace, '
As if to say, 'Yours are my Hands on Earth, '
As He holds the globe beneath Golden Fleece,
His Cross crowning Earth, bringing us to birth.

'The more you honor me, I favor you, '
He says, for He bestills the storms at sea,
And He will do the same for me and you,
If we but heed His soft, sweet, gentle plea,

To turn to Him whenever we're in need,
For only by the creed can we be freed.