Between the manger and the morn
poor shepherds kneel to the newborn,
wise men approach from lands afar,
a mother wonders at a star.
Between the birthing and the day
a cord is wound that will not fray,
a breath begun that will not end,
a world new-welcomed as a friend.
Between the darkness and the bright
see, a new source of endless light,
all shadows fade before this child
as he leads home the lost and wild.
Between the manger and the May
a man will tread a weary way,
a tree will bear its heavy load,
a tomb be turned into a road.
Between the stable and the stars
he brings us life that knows no bars,
and free, eternal hopes arise
between the manger and the skies.
Text: J. Barrie Shepherd
Tune: 184.108.40.206 O WALY WALY (English folk melody)
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