carol
Mary's Kiss
tonight, a violin and some carol music was delivered to my door, resulting in unexpected joy and pleasure (from me) as i bowed my way through some traditional carols ready for our church carol service tomorrow night.
honestly, when i found out that the orginal second violinist had to pull out last Thursday I was a little peeved that my name had been passed on as a potential substitute, but i wish i could take back those original thoughts and feelings because tonight as i breezed through the obvious crowd pleasers (o litle town of bethlehem, joy to the world, o come all ye faithful) i felt joyful and thankful that again this Christmas, two thousand and seven years on, together we celebrate Christ's coming to earth. and although we often know the lyrics off by heart, and giggle our way through attempts to sing the soprano of 'hark the herald' (maybe that's just me?) it is still a wonderful and beautiful thing that we do.
what strikes me as more amazing is that so much music has been inspired by Christ's birth (life, death and resurrection), some of it, for example Handel's Messiah is simply divine.
so to honour this evening of celebration over such songs of joy and praise at Christmas, I leave with the lyrics of a couple of faves. ENJOY!
Once in royal David's city
Stood a lowly cattleshed,
Where a mother laid her baby
In a manger for his bed;
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little child.
He came down to earth from heaven
Who is God and Lord of all,
And his shelter was a stable,
And his cradle was a stall;
With the poor,and mean, and lowly,
Lived on earth our Saviour holy.
For he is our childhood's pattern,
Day by day like us he grew,
He was little, weak and hlpless,
Tears and smiles like us he knew;
And he feeleth for our sadness,
And he shareth in our gladness.
And our eyes at last shall see him,
Through his own redeeming love,
For that child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heaven above;
And he leads his children on
To the place where he is gone.
Not in that poor lowly stable,
With the oxen standing by,
We shall see him, but in heaven,
Set at God's right hand on high;
When like stars his children crowned,
All in white shall wait around.
Son of God, love's pure light
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