Tomorrow I drive up to Tyler, TX to do an interview with the Glenwood Church of Christ. I really don't know alot about things there, but look forward to visiting with the church staff and search committee.
Here's one of my favorite Christmas poems, called "A Christmas Carol". I always thought it was called "In the Bleak Midwinter" as it's first line begins (and indeed as a published song, it's usually titled this way). It's by Christina Rossetti and was written sometime before 1872.
A 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,
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.
The third and fourth stanzas are not familiar to me, but I love the last one as it delivers the message to present our hearts to Him.
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