by Byron Herbert Reece
If I but had a little dress,
A little dress of the flax so fair
I’d take it from my clothespress
And give it to Him to wear,
To wear,
And give it to Him to wear.
If I had a little girdle
A girdle stained with the purple dye,
Or green as grass or green as myrtle
About His waist to tie,
To tie,
About His waist to tie!
If I but had a little coat,
A coat to fit a no-year-old,
I’d button it close about His throat
To cover Him from the cold,
The cold,
To cover Him from the cold.
If I but had a little shoe,
A little shoe as might be found
I’d lace it on with sheepskin thew
To keep His foot from the ground,
The ground,
To keep his foot from the ground.
If my heart were a shining coin,
A silver coin or a coin of gold
Out of my side I’d purloin
And give it to Him to hold
To hold,
And give it to Him to hold.
If my heart were a house also,
A house with room to spare
I never would suffer my Lord to go
Homeless, but house Him there,
O there,
Homeless but house Him there!
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