Poem of Advent: Long, long ago in Bethlehem Was born to all a caring Friend Who understands the paths we go The winding roads of pain and woe Which seem before us without end He knows our roads for He did climb The same steep pathways in His time He knew the pains of loss and grief When hurt was long and joy was brief When life seemed angry, rarely kind And yet He walked a road of hope With vision of a broader scope Than we mere mortals sometimes have When dreams collapse and systems cave He found a way to climb the slope The way was faith in God’s own power To enter and redeem our hour Of fear or pain or human strife A God with power o’er all life And thus He did not fall or cower And that is Advent’s song for us A song of victory and trust O Come, O Come, Emmanuel Within our hearts and world to dwell Your light to fall as angel’s dust (Dr. Michael Brown, 12/10/2014)
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 17:26:00 +0000
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