
Hi Family,
Since we have been close together almost daily (which I will always treasure) my blogging has fallen off a bit. But I'm so excited. While organizing my journals, I found copies of the "Come" poem I wrote for
Savior of the World. Rachel asked for it about a year ago, and I couldn't find it. Hooray for Dad, who had backed up my old computer. Here is the original version, and then the version which matched the meter the church wanted and has the verses they requested. I don't think I wrote the chorus to the second one.
Love to all of you, and gratitude to the Lord whom this celebrates.
Mom
PS Here is Andrew as Andrew in SOTW 2005, I believe.
Come Poem Original
Come, Lord Jesus, to the Manger;
May we see thy tender face?
Great Creator, here a stranger,
Infant in the humble place.
Darkness scatter! Morning swell!
Come, Dear Lord Immanuel!
Come, Lord Jesus, to thy Children,
Shepherd on the stony road.
Blind with sorrow, we are fallen;
Bear for us this mortal load.
In the thicket waits the ram;
Thou art he, Oh Son of Man!
Come, Lord Jesus, to the Garden
Thou hast trod the press alone.
While we slept, thy heart was broken.
Saw we not, nor heard thee moan.
Lord, we wait for only One;
Bid us rise, Beloved Son!
Come, Lord Jesus, in thy Glory;
Light of morning from the east.
Crush the serpent in thy fury;
Dry our tears, all weeping cease!
O'er the earth thy ransomed band
Shout, "Hosanna to the Lamb!"
Come Poem 2
Come, Lord Jesus, to the Manger;
May we see thy tender face?
Great Creator, here a stranger,
Infant in this humble place.
Come, Lord Jesus, to thy Children,
All creation waits for thee.
Bend to earth to lift the fallen,
Raise thy wings to set them free!
Come, Lord Jesus, to the Wedding,
With thy kinsmen, join the feast;
On this night, our joy is spreading,
Shedding starlight from the east.
Come, Lord Jesus, see the Dawning
Jubilation in the skies!
Hear the Heavenly Hosts responding,
Echoing our joyful cries!
Come, Lord Jesus, to the Wounded,
Broken heart in every child.
Worthy Lamb, thy love unbounded--
Ever tame, to claim the wild.
Come, Lord Jesus, to the Garden.
Thou hast trod the press alone.
While we slept, thy heart was broken.
Saw we not, nor heard thee moan.
Come, Lord Jesus, in thy Glory;
Light of morning from the east.
Crush the serpent in thy fury;
Dry our tears, all weeping cease!
CHORUS
Let our eyes behold thee, Lord;
Make our hearts hold dear thy word.
Bring us home no more to wander;
Come, Lord Jesus, Come.
Lark Galli