The days were dark

and frightful cold.

A harsh regime

or so I’m told

They feared the worst

hoped for the best

how so like now

no time to rest

but they forged on

with hearts so true

O Bethlehem

what do we do?

For these are times

unsure at best

we pray we beg

yes, give us rest

disease and hate

rule in our day

how so like centuries

so far away

This hope we trust

is there for all

an animal’s trough

a dirty stall

a savior for

each, every, ALL

O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight

For Christ is born of Mary
And gathered all above
While mortals sleep…