In the bleak midwinter,
frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on
snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter,
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 midwinter
a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty,
Jesus Christ
Enough for Him, whom cherubim,
worship night and day,
Breastful of milk,
and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels
fall before,
The ox and ass and camel
which adore.
Angels and archangels
may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
thronged the air;
But His mother only,
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 bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man,
I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him:
give my heart.
— Christina Rossetti
(Place: Kiowa Creek, February 11, 2011)
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