A Christmas Carol

This is my favourite Christmas carol. It started life as a poem by Christina Rossetti and it was later that it became a much love carol. I though it was fitting for Christmas morning.

A Christmas Carol

In the bleak mid-Winter

Frosty winds made moan,

Earth stood hard as iron,

Water like a stone;

Snow has fallen, snow on snow,

Snow on snow,

In the bleak mid winter

Long ago.

Our God, heaven cannot hold Him

Nor earth sustain;

Heaven and earth shall flee away

When he comes to reign:

In the Bleak mid-winter

A stable-place sufficed

The Lord God Almighty

Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim

Worship night and day,

A breastful of milk

And a mangerful of hay;

Enough for Him, whom angels

Fall down before,

The ox and ass and camel

Which adore.

Angels and archangels

May have gathered there,

Cherubim and seraphim

Thronged the air;

But only his mother

In her maiden bliss

Worshipped the Beloved

With a kiss.

What can I give Him,

Poor as I am?

If I were a shepherd

I would give a lamb,

If I were a Wise Man

I would do my part, -

Yet what can I give Him,

Give my heart.