In The Bleak Midwinter

The last few days have been hovering around freezing, and last night we had an "ice storm" and woke up this morning to ice-covered trees and drizzle turning to snow throughout the morning.

Our church, along with hundreds of others in the area, canceled services, so we stayed cozy inside under a blanket on the couch and listened to sermons and watched the still, white winter out the window.

Someone shoveled the driveway before heading to work, and I took a few pictures.

And I read through the words of "In The Bleak Midwinter" {based on a poem by an English poet, Christina Rossetti}.

In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him
Nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When He comes to reign:
In the bleak mid-winter
A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty,
Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels
Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore.

Angels and archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air,
But only His mother
In her maiden bliss,
Worshiped the Beloved
With a kiss.

What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a wise man
I would do my part,
Yet what I can I give Him,
Give my heart.

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