Posts tagged ‘Poem/Songs’

Look At The World

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Look at the world, everything all around us, 
Look at the world and marvel every day. 
Look at the world: so many joys and wonders, 
So many miracles along our way. 

Chorus:
Praise to thee, O Lord for all creation. 
Give us thankful hearts that we may see 
All the gifts we share, and every blessing, 
All things come of thee. 

Look at the earth bringing forth fruit and flower. 
Look at the sky, the sunshine and the rain. 
Look at the hills; look at the trees and mountains, 
Valley and flowing river, field and plain.

Chorus

Think of the spring, think of the warmth of summer, 
Bringing the harvest before the winter’s cold. 
Everything grows, everything has a season, 
Till it is gathered to the Father’s fold:

Chorus

Every good gift, all that we need and cherish, 
Comes from the Lord, in token of his love.
We are his hands, stewards of all his bounty.
His is the earth and his the heavens above.

Chorus
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Journey of the Magi

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A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.’
And the camels galled, sorefooted, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
and running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.

Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arriving at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you might say) satisfactory.

All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.

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T.S. Eliot, Collected Poems, 1909-1962 (Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1991).

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So This is Christmas

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So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The war is so long
And so happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let’s stop all the fight

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas
And what have we done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so happy Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas
And what have we done
Another year over
And a new one just begun

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T’was The Night Before Christmas

According to legend, Clement Clarke Moore wrote his immortal poem, A Visit from St. Nicholas, also known as The Night Before Christmas, for his family on Christmas Eve 1822. He never intended that it be published, but a family friend, Miss Harriet Butler, learned of the poem sometime later from Moore’s children. She copied it into her album, and submitted it to the editor of the Troy (New York) Sentinel where it made its first appearance in print on December 23, 1823. Soon, the poem began to be reprinted in other newspapers, almanacs and magazines, with the first appearance in a book in The New York Book of Poetry, edited by Charles Fenno Hoffman, in 1837.

It was not until 1844, however, that Moore himself acknowledged authorship in a volume of his poetry entitled Poems, published at the request of his children. One hundred and eighty years later it is the most-published, most-read, most-memorized and most-collected book in all of Christmas literature.

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Ready The Way

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“Ready the way of the Lord,
Ready the way of the Lord.”
A voice cries out in the wilderness:
“Ready the way of the Lord.”

Let every valley be filled,
Let every valley be filled.
Let every mountain be humbled,
Let every valley be filled.

Ref.
Here is your God,
coming with your vindication.
Look and behold the saving power of God.

Desert and waste land will bloom,
Desert and waste land will bloom.
Glory and splendor will fill the land,
Desert and waste land will bloom.

Those who are blind will then see,
Those who are deaf will then hear.
Those who are lame will then leap for joy,
Those who are mute will then sing.

Back to Ref.

Strengthen the ones who are weak,
Strengthen the ones who are weak.
Say to the frightened: “Have courage.”
Strengthen the ones who are weak.

Back to Ref.

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Star of Bethlehem

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Star of Bethlehem shining bright
Bathing the world in heav’nly light
Let the glow of your distant glory
Fill us with hope this Christmas night

Star of innocence, star of goodness
Gazing out since time began
You who’ve lived through endless ages
View with love the age of man

Star of beauty hear our plea
Whisper your wisdom tenderly
Star of Bethlehem set us free
Make us a world we long to see

Star of Bethlehem, star up high
Miracle of the midnight sky
Let your luminous life of heaven
Better our hearts and make us fly

Star of happiness, star of wonder
You see everything from afar
Cast your eye upon the future
Make us wiser than we are

Star of gentleness, hear our plea
Whisper your wisdom tenderly
Star of Bethlehem set us free
Make us a world we long to see

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What Child is this/Child of The Poor [canon]

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What Child is this
What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Child of The Poor
Helpless and hungry, lowly afraid,
Wrapped in the chill of mid-winter
Comes now among us, born into poverty’s embrace,
New life for the world

Who is this who lives with the lowly,
Sharing their sorrows,
Knowing their hunger?
This is Christ, revealed to the world
In the eyes of a child, a child of the poor.

Who is the stranger, her in our midst,
Looking for shelter among us?
Who is this outcast? Who do we see amidst the poor,
The children of God?

Who is this who lives with the lowly,
Sharing their sorrows,
Knowing their hunger?
This is Christ, revealed to the world
In the eyes of a child, a child of the poor.

Bring all the thirsty, all who seek peace;
Bring those with nothing to offer,
Strengthen the feeble, say to the frightened heart:
“Fear not, here is our God!”.

Who is this who lives with the lowly,
Sharing their sorrows,
Knowing their hunger?
This is Christ, revealed to the world
In the eyes of a child, a child of the poor.

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