Dec 20

Dec 20 His High Morn... a Christmas song

Last year I was writing lyrics for the CD Newness of Life. While praying about what may be needed the idea came to write a Christmas song. One of my favorite life-time books is Christ and Christmas by Mary Baker Eddy. This poem has not only touched my heart, but has often brought healing. Each day during December, each year, I turn to it and read it for inspiration, healing, and comfort. It never fails to touch my heart-strings. The illustrations included with each stanza open thought to higher views and clearer insights about Christ Jesus, Christian Science, healing, and God's great gift to the world in His son.

When looking for guidance my thought goes to: "The Christ-idea, God anoints - Of Truth and Life; The Way in Science He appoints, That sttills all strife."

When seeking a better understanding of God the refrain echos: "What the Beloved knew and taught, Science repeats, Through understanding, dearly sought, With fierce heart-beats;"

When feeling overwhelmed by all the Christmas hussle and bussle I remember this "For heaven's Christus, earthly Eves, By Adam bid, Make merriment on Christmas eves, O'er babe and crib."

When thinking of Jesus' birth this wafts lightly in thought, "Yet wherefore signalize the birth Of him ne'er born? What can rehearse the glorious worth Of his high morn?

When seeking healing I'm reminded: "The Way, the Truth, the Life -- His Word -- Are here, and now Christ's silent healiing, heaven heard, Crowns the pale brow.

Then, when I need rest and peace I petition: "To-day as oft, away from sin Christ summons thee! Truth pleads to-night: Just take Me in! No mass for Me!

You can purchase the book Christ and Christmas here.

While traveling in Israel and Jordan a few years ago our guide took us up on a hill overlooking Bethlehem. There we saw the gentle hills, the bleating sheep, the birds take upward flight. Mostly, I noticed a peaceful spiritual rest upon the city.

A few days later a different guide took us into the nativity site of Jesus Christ, right into Bethlehem itself. There we were forced to bow our heads in order to enter into his birthplace. The symbolism was not lost on me of the need for everyone to bow before the Christ.

With all this in mind the lyrics to "His Hight Morn" flowed. Later they would be put to music and recorded. Then, they would be shared world-wide with those seeking Christ, Truth.

To enhance your Christmas experience I've included the song here, along with the lyrics.

https://soundcloud.com/user-638730958/his-high-morn-featuring-joshua-reynolds

Merry Christmas, and may you feel the power of Christ in your midst.

His high morn in Bethlehem is dawning
Soft rays of light brighten flowing fields.
Clear streams sing while birds lift their wings,
Tender lambs bleat as the babe’s birth is revealed.

Prophets caught glorious glimpses of his coming.
Isaiah foretells of a son and child given;
Angels watch over as prophecy’s fulfilled,
Through this babe we all now are Christened.

His high morn in Bethlehem is dawning
Soft rays of light brighten flowing fields.
Clear streams sing while birds lift their wings,
Tender lambs bleat as the babe’s birth is revealed.

O, may we feel the love of Christ’s dear presence,
The tender touch, grace and power of our Lord
Lead me to my pastoral Savior,
Embrace me in my needed hour.

What can rehearse the glorious worth of his morn?
What can signalize the birth of him ne’er born?

Christ, always present, has never left us,
Dwelling in the bosom of our God.

Without beginning or end of days,
This Christmas shows forth the stem of Jesse’s rod.

This high morn in Bethlehem is dawning
Soft rays of light brighten darkened days.
Clear streams of pure thoughts awaken me
To the healing presence of Christ, here always.