'Almighty Babe, whose tender arms can force all foes to fly'
Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008
This Christmas we’ll be dwelling on these words from Robert Southwell’s provocative poem ‘A Child My Choice,’ which was sung in this year’s Lessons and Carols concert:
Alas! he weeps, he sighs, he pants, yet do his angels sing;
out of his tears, his sighs, and throbs, doth bud a joyful spring.
Almighty Babe, whose tender arms can force all foes to fly,
correct my faults, protect my life, direct me when I die.
The Calvin Institute of Christian Worship wishes you a blessed Christmas and a fruitful new year!
Tags: christmas, poems, reflection, theology, words
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