Immanuel (God Is With Us)

All around, we can hear winter's bitter moans. O the icy wind has flayed the trees to bone! The old leaves have been torn off and condemned. It's a time to reflect; to make amends. In this Advent season, we keenly recall, The one lowly born; yet rarer than gold: He was as pure as the coming of spring. A symbol of light; amidst suffering: He was a world shaker; a dream weaver; Who boldly confronted our howling days. Whose kingdom is beyond all mortal power; Whose love is adorned with flakes of beauty; Whose grace is as soft as snow & flowers; Whose crucifixion was a new beginning.