Dark and Cold is the Night

 Dark and Cold is the Night 

Dark and cold is the night--

High above, a star shines bright.

Far down below in the stable small,

A young woman cradles the hope of all.

   She rocks her child to sleep

   While angels vigil keep.

He is Lord of the earth,

Yet he had a humble birth.

No silken sheets to caress his form,

Only some hay to keep him warm.

   She holds her baby tight--

   She guards him in the night.

Angels appear in the skies,

Glory bursts on shepherds' eyes!

Hastening back to Bethlehem town,

Finding the manger and kneeling down.

   The love of God for all

   Rests in a child so small.

Gifts from over the sands,

Carried in the Wise Men's hands:

Gold is the gift for a mighty King,

Frankincense for worshiping,

   And myrrh…to mark his death.

   His mother holds her breath.

Dark and cold is the night--

High above, a star shines bright.

Far down below in the stable small,

A young woman cradles the hope of all.

   She rocks her child to sleep

    While angels vigil keep.

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                         (copyright 2018, Mary M. Isaacs)

 "Dark and Cold is the Night " is part of the collection in "Christ Child's Lullaby",

as appears on the sidebar.