Tuesday, 24 December 2013
Love takes the risk of birth
This is no time for a child to be born,
With the Earth betrayed by war and hate,
And a nova lighting the sky to warn,
That time runs out and the sun burns late.
That was no time for a child to be born,
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome,
Honour and truth were trampled by scorn,
Yet here did the Saviour make his home.
When is the time for a child to be born?
The inn is full on the planet Earth,
And by greed and pride the sky is torn,
Yet love still takes the risk of birth.