Trinity

They want to take You out of Christmas,
Lord, just to leave the mas;
And live without You.

And where would we be on Christmas morning
If You were not there to carry us
Out of the winter rain into summer’s land,
To take us from the unholy cold
Of emptiness and into eternity,
Out of the darkness of hopelessness?

Your cradle, Christ-child, is our centre part,
The word that makes us shine
All through winter.
On You we feast our eyes.
On You we set our hope.