waiting...

for the Baby.

The King shall come when morning dawns,

and light triumphant breaks;

When beauty gilds the eastern hills,

and life to joy awakes.

O brighter than that glorious morn

shall this fair morning be,

When Christ, our King, in beauty comes,

and we his face shall see.

The King shall come when morning dawns,

and earth's dark night is past;

O haste the rising of that morn,

the day that aye shall last.

The King shall come when morning dawns,

and light and beauty brings:

Hail, Christ the Lord! Thy people pray,

Come quickly, King of kings.

-  from Magnificat,   December 2012