December 2016


In our bleak mid winter
We sometimes miss the light,
The dark of icy outrage,
Just shows the wrongs, the might;
Gloom has fallen
Gloom on gloom.
In our bleak mid winter
It seems so long to go.

Yet there is a higher lighting
That shines above the dark;
That warms the hope of healing
That sparks in loves great ark:
Let joy be rising
Joy on joy.
Love can melt the winter,
When charity we show.

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