As we lay aside the cares of the work week, and look forward to Christmas events this week end, may we take some time to meditate on the beautiful words of this lovely Christmas poem by Vera Hoffman.
"The hills are bright with soft new snow;
And in the glen a space below,
The Church stands glowing in the light
That creeps across the land tonight.
The footsteps through the fallen snow
Wind down a hill, and on they go
To stop before the great Church door
While organ music starts to pour
Out o'er the twilight soft and clear --
Another Christmastime is here.
The steeple's gold is like a sign
Aflame to welcome Christmastime;
Its windows gleam in orange and blue,
Recalling ancient scenes we knew.
The people come from near and far,
As years ago a shining Star
Shone from the heavens, guiding men
To the small town of Bethlehem.
Now church bells ring out clear and call
To others as the shadows fall.
'Tis time to kneel and praise and sing
Hosannas to the newborn King!"
"Come and worship! Come and worship! Worship Christ, the newborn King!"
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