Bleak Mid-Winter Solstice

-a la Mr Christopher Frye & Ms Christina Rossetti –

The darkest time in the year,

The poorest place in the town,

Cold, and a taste of fear,

Man and woman alone,

What can we hope for here?


More light than we can learn,

More wealth than we can treasure,

More love than we can earn,

More peace than we can measure.

Because One Child is born.

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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