WORD # 31 – GIVE [December 31] 7th day of Christmas
WHAT CAN I GIVE HIM POOR AS I AM? – is the question we may often ask ourselves. ~ It is the opening line of the fifth stanza in this poem by Christina Rossetti, written before 1872. Even when our weather does not reflect the typical winter scene she describes, I have found it touches our hearts with the sorrow and inadequacy we can feel in this season. Instead of giving in to those feelings, she paints a picture of the blessed gift of the baby who came to save us all. As we ponder her words, we too can be lifted up to receive God’s indescribable gift to us, on this seventh day of Christmas.
“In the bleak midwinter, 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 midwinter, 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 midwinter, a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
A breast full of milk, and a manger full of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, 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 Him my heart.”
O God, who brings us this unimaginable loving gift of he who would save us all, prepare our hearts to receive him. Lift us up from sorrow and fear, to see the great love that brings him near. Amen. PEACE