A Poem for Christmas

A Carolling!

A carolling! a carolling!
Hot toddy, snow and holly;
Mistletoe and mince pies,
A time for being jolly!

A carolling! A carolling!
Sing of the Saviour’s birth;
Of angels and of shepherds,
Of peace on all the Earth.

A carolling! A carolling!
The songs so full of joy.
Sing of the heavenly choir
That praised the infant boy.

A carolling! A carolling!
Sing of the guiding star;
Of shepherds and of wise men
Of how they journeyed far.

A carolling! A carolling!
Sing of that glorious day
When God came down to Earth
A baby in the hay.

A carolling! A carolling!
A story of God’s love:
The Christ child in the manger,
Who came from up above.

A carolling! A carolling!
From that crude manger bare,
His travelled to the cross,
He hung and suffered there.

A carolling! A carolling!
His death ordained to be;
He bled upon that cross,
And died for you and me.

A carolling! A carolling!
Our Saviour, brother, friend;
Destined soon to rule
That Kingdom without end.

A carolling! A carolling!
Our song will never end,
Till everyone on Earth
Knows Jesus Christ as friend.
© Colin Gordon-Farleigh, December 2005