Where, in this starved shrinking time
With the sun in decline,
Is there light to illumine?
Where, in this cold, shrivelled world
With our hopes tightly furled,
Is there warmth to shed cold?
In this Child
Love’s wild.
In his palm
Lies calm.
In his face
Shines grace.
Pray with me,
“Lux Aeterna Luceat Me.” [May light eternal shine upon me.]
David Matthews