Posted on 12/25/2021 4:18:53 PM PST by A Formerly Proud Canadian
This is a personal posting of a Christmas piece recorded by the choir I used to sing in. Unfortunately, the choir is now defunct, courtesy of tyrannical CCP-Coronavirus rules.
A not neccessarily well known hymn, the words are quite profound and moving. It is based upon Isaiah 9:1-7 and Luke 2:1-16 and was written by Jaroslav J. Vajda.
Where shepherds lately knelt and kept the angel’s word, I come in half-belief, a pilgrim strangely stirred; But there is room and welcome there for me, But there is room and welcome there for me.
In that unlikely place I find him as they said: Sweet newborn Babe, how frail! And in a manger bed: A still, small voice to cry one day for me, A still, small voice to cry one day for me.
How should I not have known Isaiah would be there, His prophecies fulfilled? With pounding heart I stare: A child, a son, the Prince of Peace for me, A child, a son, the Prince of Peace for me.
Can I, will I forget how Love was born, and burned It’s way into my heart—unasked, unforced, unearned, To die, to live, and not alone for me, To die, to live, and not alone for me?
Very nice. Good harmony.
“...and not alone for me?”
Lovely song. And while He did not die just for you, He would have. Have a Merry Christmas!
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