Who will lift the shroud of night
heaven’s light fresh to reveal
overcome death’s with’ring blight
deign our wounded hearts to heal?
All articles filed in poems for Christmas
and yet here’s Truth
tell us, bethlehem
how the King will come —
enfleshed in the frame of a
child obscure?
the Healer comes
the Healer comes
on wings of dawn
your woeful wounds
on Him He takes
o Love gentle
o Love gentle, patient, kind
make us once more wholly Thine
vanquished is the lonely night
look, light has broken
on the darkened world
vanished is the lonely night —
eternity dawns
eternal and finite
Jehovah, how can
One so great become so small?
Yahweh, a baby?
everything — and us
poor, his bed is not
even his to claim
at least in human reck’ning
could this be the one
ev’ry soul longs for?