A Christmas Hymn by
Richard Wilber
A stable-lamp is
lighted
Whose glow shall
wake the sky;
The stars shall
bend their
voices,
And every stone
shall cry.
And every stone
shall cry,
And straw like
gold shall
shine;
A barn shall
harbor heaven,
A stall become a
shrine.
This child
through David's
city
Shall ride in
triumph by;
The palm shall
strew its
branches,
And every stone
shall cry.
And every stone
shall cry,
Though heavy,
dull, and dumb,
And lie within
the roadway
To pave his
kingdom come.
Yet he shall be
forsaken,
And yielded up
to die;
The sky shall
groan and
darken,
And every stone
shall cry.
And every stone
shall cry
For stony hearts
of men:
God's blood upon
the spearhead,
God's love
refused again.
But now, as at
the ending,
The low is
lifted high;
The stars shall
bend their
voices,
And every stone
shall cry.
And every stone
shall cry,
In praises of
the child,
By whose descent
among us,
The worlds are
reconciled.
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