If Christmas Be Not True
(A Salute to Henry Barstow)
If Christmas be not true,
the world in waiting now must lie
for Christ to come, to live, to die.
The church must lose her fairest bloom
for Christ bides yet within the womb . . .
if Christmas be not true.
If Christmas be not true,
our faith must mount on waiting wing
and hope no more immortal spring;
then hope must lose her solid edge
life prove a phantom, death a wedge . . .
if Christmas be not true.
If Christmas be not true,
the future blank, moves as before
what matter who stands at the door
what matter if we laugh or cry
be good or evil, live or die,
If Christmas be not true!
If Christmas be not true . . .
but it is true, for He has come
our joyous spirits be the sum;
Immortal One, oh Holy Light,
lead us quickly through the night
for Christmas, aye, is true.
Oh, aye, Christmas is true!
© cfa 4/06/2014
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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