On blackest night the Child was born, and on blackest night the Child did die, so we in sin could truly live. READ MORE
Advent
On Blackest Night
On blackest night the Babe was born Amidst dancing shadows far away That first breath, a single cry Early dawn, a brand new day Joyful tears, gasps of relief Seen on humble mother’s face One first hug, one first kiss Early dawn, a brand new day Years go by, glad tidings cease To piercing sword READ MORE