Comfort and Joy
The
wind was softly blowing
On
that cold, clear winter’s night
And
on the hillside, watching shepherds
Gazed
at stars so bright.
And
then in fear and trembling
They
heard the angelic throng.
“Glory
to God in the highest,”
Was
their joyous song.
The
shepherds hastened from the hillside
To a
stable in Bethlehem
Before
a manger where the Christ Child lay,
They
worshiped and bowed down.
It
was almost beyond their comprehension,
But
in their hearts they understood
That
this Babe in lowly manger
Had
come for mankind’s good.
From
the loving Heavenly Father
Came
this tiny baby boy
Who
would bring in infinite measure
Love
and peace, comfort and joy.
We
celebrate this Christmas
In
the shadow of the cruel tree
Upon
which the Savior gave His life
To
bring salvation to you and me.
Let
us open our hearts to this Christ Child,
As
shepherds and magi did long ago,
And
bow in adoration
Of
the One who loves us so.
Amen to that, Bonnie.
ReplyDeleteThank you Perpetua. I wrote this for a Christmas Cantata we did many years ago.
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