Light

O Lord, lighten our darkness!

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like . . .

Not a Creature was Stirring

Hope: Because one Child is born.

"Give Hope"
Christopher Fry (1906 - 2005)

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 more?

More light than we can learn,
More love than we can earn,
More strength than we can treasure,
More peace than we can measure,
Because one Child is born.

As though a single flake
Of snow touching the earth
Would all our thirsting slake
And turn all death to birth,
Bidding our spirits wake.

To what makes the many one
The deep solicitude
Which bred both star and bone,
Claiming by stable and rood,
God's will to be our own.