When we find our wells of Peace have run dry
The world, within and without, misaligned
Into despair, the Incarnate Child
Brings his Hope and his Way
God-With-Us looks fragile and small
We wonder what Power he brings at all
What Way could really combat our fall?
What Hope is stronger than death?
Yet angels sing and the star shines on
Our Christ-child lies, wrapped tight and warm,
The Divine embracing our fleshly form!
And all he can touch is made right
His work on the cross washed my robes to white
But His work in the manger made possible Life
Which touches the darkness to usher in Light
May your Hope live in me through your Way
Week 4 of Advent:
May the Christ-child bring light
where once there was only darkness
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