The Coming
And the night was dark
The world asleep with sated breath
Trusting tomorrow might soon be morn.
And the night was dark
The world abed and waiting lest
The morning prove less forlorn.
And the night was dark
The world alive and drawing breath
But sleeping till the morn.
And the night was dark
The world prepared by sainted death
As faith turns into scorn.
And the night was dark
The world is still and quiet lest
What love is left be torn.
And the night was dark
The world awaits with bated breath
Begging that hope will soon be born.
Though we no longer lay with faith,
And love is stillborn within us,
We beg that hope be born
But the night is still dark.
Be born.
Please be born.
Dear God, be born.
And the night was dark
The world a-ready and waiting death
Be born
Please, God, be born.
And still the night was dark
Save a single star, a kindled hope
Behold, the Child of light
And the night was bright.
