Whilst Herod rages still from his dark tower Christ clings to Mary, fingers tightly curled, The lambs are slaughtered by the men of power, And death squads spread their curse across the world. But every Herod dies, and comes alone To stand before the Lamb upon the throne.
For even as we sing our final carol His family is up and on that road, Fleeing the wrath of someone else’s quarrel, Glancing behind and shouldering their load.
Bonus poem: “Refugee” by Malcom Guite: We think of him as safe beneath the steeple, Or cosy in a crib beside the font, But he is with a million displaced people On the long road of weariness and want.
Yesterday was the feast of the Holy Innocents, for context: www.nytimes.com/2019/12/27/o...
According to the Christian calendar, the birth of Jesus is followed by the state-mandated murder of children. But somehow, hope breaks through.
Also a highlight of my church’s Weihnachtsmarkt singalong was singing the German version youtu.be/0dQcJWWMrGk?...
Ein Weihnachtsklassiker neu interpretiert von "MAL ANGENOMMEN" und Katja Zimmermann.Produktion: Agape records, Markus Kohl & Peter Seider Engel bringen frohe...
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we; Let all within us praise His holy name. Christ is the Lord! O praise his name forever! His power and glory evermore proclaim! His power and glory evermore proclaim!
Truly He taught us to love one another; His law is love and His gospel is peace. Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother; And in His name all oppression shall cease.
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn! Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices! O night divine, O night when Christ was born! O night divine, O night when Christ was born!