Two days to Christmas I look within
And around me. What a sight!
I am tattered and torn
How I’ll present myself to my Lord
At His nativity night?
On my soul I carry many a sin
The ailments that have defied cure
Unremitted and
unforgiven
Hurting every moment of living
Like my pauper poverty they endure!
The dignity of minimum joys will I gain?
The wishes of my longing sighs?
It’s going to be evening soon
The daylight is fast diminishing
But the stars are hidden behind skies.
“Surrender,” whispers a voice from the manger
Where on dry hay the infant is laid
The mother the
handmaid on its side
And the father standing on their service
“Easy for myself
couldn’t have I made?”
Xavier Bage
Fri, 22
Dec 2017
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