The Longest Night—Almost

185. The Longest Night—Almost

We are on the very brink of the Winter Solstice, and I have a hymn and a poem. These are the dark times, the long nights, and in the very midst of the holiday season people who are dealing with loss are often having a hard time. This is the poem.

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It is the longest night—the darkest night,

And I am weary and cold,

I want to see a light—a gentle light,

I want to hear a story told.

Oh manger child so meek and mild,

Did you come here for me?

Oh manger child, your tale’s so wild,

Could it be you came for me?

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I’m filled with brimming tears—and fragile fears,

I’m feeling lost as can be,

I want to search my way—through shades of gray,

I need to find new ways to see.

Oh little one—’till night is done

Could you stay for a while?

Oh little one—’till night is done

Could you stay a while with me?

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Now even as I quake—the darkness breaks,

A beam of light comes my way,

And night becomes less strong—I hear a song

That says the warmth is here to stay.

Oh Bethl’em babe—the love you gave

Can be mine through all time.

Oh Bethl’em babe—the love you gave

Can stay with me through all time.

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© Copyright 2008 by Ann Freeman Price