Unto us a Child is born.
12/13/2010 12:22:58 AM
Nov 12, 2010~Christmas


 

For unto us a child is born, unto us a Son is given...And He will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.  Isaiah 9.6

Today I'd like to share a beloved poem by Christina Rossetti with you…

Christmas Carol

In the bleak mid-winter                            Frosty wind made moan,                                                                                                                                                Earth stood hard as iron,                                                                                                                                               Water like a stone;                                                                                                                                                     Snow had fallen, snow on snow,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     In the bleak mid-winter                                                                                                                                                  Long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold him,                                                                                                                                               Nor earth sustain;                                                                                                                                                       Heaven and earth shall flee away                                                                                                                                   When he comes to reign.                                                                                                                                                   In the bleak mid-winter                                                                                                   A stable-place sufficed                                                                                       The Lord God Almighty                                                                            Jesus Christ.

Enough for him whom cherubim                                                                             Worship night and day,                                                                              A breastful of milk                                                                                    And a mangerful of hay                                                                                           Enough for him whom angels                                                                     Fall down before;                                                                        The ox and ass and camel which adore.

Angels and archangels                                                                        May have gathered there,                                                         Cherubim and seraphim                                                              Thronged the air.                                                                          But only his mother                                                                      in her maiden bliss                                                               Worshipped the Beloved                                                               with a kiss.

What can I give him,                                                                 Poor as I am?                                                                                If I were a shepherd                                                                       I would bring a lamb,                                                                      If I were a wise man                                                                          I would do my part--

Yet what I can I give him,                                                           Give my heart.

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check out the song, "In the Bleak Mid-Winter", the 

Moody Blues' version on YouTube: 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWYK04TRgsI                                 

 

Sarah McLachlan has a great version of this classic as well.


Think of it--as you are buying gifts for your loved ones, what can you give to your Beloved Lord?


Christine