When deepest darkness hides the soul, that only knows to mourn A far off light Isaiah holds, a child is to be born To shepherds, mother and a priest, the angels first proclaim The glory of his majesties, and “Do not be afraid” A silence of four hundred years, the people did endure Past echoes of messiah near, his prophecies assure The psalmist utters painful sighs, how long, how long, O Lord? In manger does a baby cry, our hope is now restored A grief amidst the watching wait, redeemer do they seek In temple Anna fasts and … Continue reading “Merry Christmas From Morning Walk” →