Christmas Morning

Posted by Kendall Harmon

On Christmas day I weep
Good Friday to rejoice.
I watch the Child asleep.
Does he half-dream the choice
The Man must make and keep?
At Christmastime I sigh
For my good Friday hope
Outflung the Child's arms lie
To span in their brief scope
The death the Man must die.
Come Christmastide I groan
To hear Good Friday's pealing.
The Man, racked to the bone,
Has made His hurt my healing,
Has made my ache His own.
Slay me, pierced to the core
With Christmas penitence
So I who, new-born, soar
To that Child's innocence,
May wound the Man no more.

--Vassar Miller

Filed under: * Christian Life / Church LifeChurch Year / Liturgical SeasonsChristmas

Posted December 26, 2007 at 5:30 pm [Printer Friendly] [Print w/ comments]

1. Bob from Boone wrote:

Yes, the shadow of the Cross falls over the Manger, but so also does the glorious morn of Resurrection.

December 27, 9:42 am | [comment link]
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