Thom M Shuman, 

Candles and Conifers (Iona Community) 

We've mucked out the stable and put down plush carpet;
Still, You will come:
Tracking in mud from the Jordan
And shaking sin's dust off Your clothes.

The animals have been dropped off at the SPCA, and the room deodorized;
Still, You will come:
Leading the lost,
The least, the little
Into our midst.
 
We've turned over the manger and covered it with Irish lace,
Setting the table with the finest silver and china;
Still, You will come:
Tearing the linen into strips for binding our wounds,
Selling the silver to feed the hungry.
 
We've tamed and made marketable this most holy of nights,
Shaping it by our own desires and dilemmas;
Still, You will come: 
Slipping between the cracks in our despair 
to fill our emptiness with grace and the carols of angels;
To transform our acquisitiveness into generosity.