The northern world grows dark and cold,
the southern bright and warm,
as we prepare to celebrate
our God in human form:
the word that powers the universe
was born a baby here,
in human sight, one holy night
about this time of year.

The eastern world grows dark with hate,
the western world with rage,
and battle fires and funeral pyres
illuminate the stage,
where leaders stalk in pride and power
while people shrink in fear:
what is it worth, a saviour’s birth
about this time of year?

We know it was for peace he came
when angels filled the skies;
can we sing still about goodwill
with wars before our eyes?
We need forgiveness, mercy, grace
and love so strong and clear
as he would show, so long ago,
about this time of year.

No fire from heaven struck Herod down,
or Judas in his day;
no angels killed to save the Christ
when Pilate held his sway.
His victory came through love alone,
and not from sword or spear,
and we are his, whose feast it is
about this time of year.

Though north and south and east and west
the world may call us fools,
we follow him whose life and death
proclaim that his love rules.
It’s hard to fight with love alone
for all that we hold dear.
God says: That’s true: I was there too,
about this time of year.


Written by Sue Gilmurray for Christmas 2001


Will fit the tunes of these carols or hymns:
O little town of Bethlehem (Forest Green)
It came upon the midnight clear (Noel)
I heard the voice of Jesus say (Kingsfold or Vox dilecti)

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