I Hope for you a Blessed Christmas

I wrote this poem many years ago and it came to mind yesterday as I spoke with our choir director, Ted Fiebke. I don’t know what prompted me to blurt this, “I’ve written and poem you might like to put to music.” Came out of nowhere – I think. Earlier, during choir practice several of us began talking about the Sunday School Christmas program we’d just seen. Ted and I recalled that we’d collaborated on a song for a play I’d written a while back. Maybe that was the trigger for my “blurt” later.

Anyway, I thought I’d post it here as Christmas is coming at us on a freight train. Only four days away! I hope you’re ready. If not, I hope you find a brief respite in my poem. It’s not “magical” or written for a “time for family and friends” or any of the other ways Christmas is often described. Nope, it’s simply about the reason for the season.

Still, Still Night

By Susan Sundwall

Someone comforts a baby

Born in the still, still night

Someone lies in a manger

Beneath a new star’s light

Someone keeps a vigil

Guardian strong and good

There with ox and cattle

Lowly creatures of God

Angels near them hov’ring

Close in the still, still night

Shepherds tremble and wonder

Fall on their knees at the sight

Empires, kings and princes

In every age to come

Will bow to pay him homage

God’s only, holy Son

And yet a tender moment

Before He owns our plight

Someone comforts a baby

Born in the still... still... night.

I’ll be breaking until January. Have a very merry and blessed Christmas.

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