Come, Child
Key of David and Sceptre of the house of Israel; you open and no one closes; you close and no one opens. Come, and deliver from the chains of prison those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death. lost gloves2011 God sits on a chair of darkness in my soul. He is God alone, supreme in his majesty I sit at his feet, a child in the dark beside him; my joy is aware of his glance and my sorrow is tempted to nest on the thought that his face is turned away from me. Jessica Powers Someone made the comment recently that Christmas should be where it was before the calendar changed - about two weeks ago or so. I have to say, I disagree. There is something viciously Lenten about waiting through these dark days and especially tomorrow, the darkest of days when the sun barely finds the desire to raise its head from the horizon. There is something in the thought that in a few days Joy will enter the world and it won't be enough; because it wasn't last year and I have the d...