Somewhere far from town

Somewhere far from town and people in a stable poor,
Jesus Christ was born of Mary in a cave obscure.

To seek him don’t trouble to Bethlehem to go,
In silence you’ll find him and in the poor next door.

In the midst of noise and tumult can his voice be heard?
No, we’ll live in peace and silence, eager for his Word.

In the hungry, sick and homeless, Christ himself conceals
To the lowly, meek and humble, he himself reveals.

Did you hear the angels’ tiding? You can hear it still
If you bend his cave to enter, if you’re of good will.