Monday, December 28, 2009
A LIGHT IN OUR DARKNESS
In northern climes
At Christmas times
The signs of life are rare:
The leaf-less trees
And icy seas;
The meadowlands so bare.
And from the sky
The snowflakes fly;
They blanket all the earth,
Conceal the bleak
In white mystique,
And hide the winter's dearth.
Then from the haze
Of dreary days
A light begins to shine,
A light of peace
That brings release
From this our dark confine.
'Tis not for eyes
In fleshy guise,
But for the eyes within,
That see beyond
This mortal bond,
Where man has never been.
The light -- it shines
Not from the shrines
Built by a human hand,
But from a child
So undefiled
Born at the Lord's command.
He lies within
A feeding bin,
No wondrous sight is here;
No grand display;
His mattress: hay.
His birthplace: so austere.
Yet see, we do.
God does embue
Our hearts with heavenly truth
His Word so clear
Speaks in our ear
To tell us of this youth
Thus shines the light
On our dark night;
Now we can see in One
So small and weak,
So poor and meek,
God's own begotten Son!
This is the Light
That shines so bright
And shows to us the way
Of life and peace
And our release
From sin and death alway.
Our flesh He takes
And for our sakes
He suffers all our grief
From Satan's spell,
Anguish and hell
He brings us all relief.
Now winter's night
With all it's blight
Is covered by the glow
That beams from there,
The stable bare,
And sets our hearts aglow.
From glow to beam
To brilliant stream,
The light increases more
And shines from there,
The stable bare,
To burst the whole earth o'er.
