In The Harsh Mid-Winter
In the harsh mid-winter
Night air fills with snow
Gentle flakes like angels
Settle on fingered trees,
Once holding warblers
Now cradling snow with ease.
Light from candled windows
Stretches to a stable
Across the frozen fields.
Men whose prayer and labour
Brought life to birth from fertile soil
Now rest their longing hearts
In the harsh-midwinter
Snow, like angels fills the air.
In that white pine manger
Wrapped in swaddling clothes
The Virgin holds her baby
As choirs of gentle angles
Echo through the hills
Glory to God in the highest
Glory to God in the Highest.
Night air fills with snow
Gentle flakes like angels
Settle on fingered trees,
Once holding warblers
Now cradling snow with ease.
Light from candled windows
Stretches to a stable
Across the frozen fields.
Men whose prayer and labour
Brought life to birth from fertile soil
Now rest their longing hearts
In the harsh-midwinter
Snow, like angels fills the air.
In that white pine manger
Wrapped in swaddling clothes
The Virgin holds her baby
As choirs of gentle angles
Echo through the hills
Glory to God in the highest
Glory to God in the Highest.