Advent to Candlemas (Vol. 2)
Shadow
- The manger casts the shadow of a hearse
when the corn is sparse and the work is scarce,
When the crowd's Hosanna is a growling curse
And the soldier's bow is a cruel farce.
- And yet the age of gentleness is born
In the bruised vine and the battered corn,
In the blood shed and the flesh torn,
On a last day and this first morn.
- And so we have new life in the star's glow
With faith in God's son we have come to know
And hope in the heaven that he came to show
And love breaking out from Adam's shadow.
