A Christmas Poem

A Chrsimas Carol by Christina G. Rossetti

In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind mad moan,
Earth stood had 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 hol 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.

Angles and archangles
May have gathered there;
Cherubim and seaphim
Thronged the air.
But only His mother,
In her maiden bliss,
Worshipped her 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.



'Till next time - THE GREAT ONE