VERSES:
Brave, Royal Baby, with your Star
And shining angel army choir,
You settle
where our dark worlds are,
To anchor us
who wander far.
Into your
stable cave’s black night,
Your star and
armies bring their light,
But never show
your strongest might
Until your
weeping sings us right.
CHORUS:
Come, Holy
Child, wash all our years;
Our tired
creation’s wounds and fears.
Then, through
your cross-born song of joyful tears,
We’ll join your
singing kingdom as it nears.
(By Dennis Evans, December 29, 2020)
