Fraternity-Testvériség, 1962 (40. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1962-12-01 / 12. szám
FRATERNITY 3 THE EOAD TO BETHLEHEM Above the road to Bethlehem When I was very young, A twilight shy of tender blue With golden stars was hung; And kneeling at the stable-door I happily confessed My humble worship of the Child Who slept at Mary’s breast. But now the road to Bethlehem Seems cold and steep and far; It wanders through a wilderness Unlit by any star. The earth I tread is frozen hard; The winter chills my breath; On either hand rise evil shapes From valleys dark with death. The air is tense with moans of pain And cries of bitter hate, Where blood-stained hills and shattered stones Lie black and desolate. How can the sacred heart of God Heal all this guilt and grief? Lord, I believe. And yet, this night, Help Thou mine unbelief! Purge Thou mine eyes, that they may see Thy Star across the gloom! Touch Thou my heart, that I may lose These agonies of doom! Now in the darkness guide my feet, Give holy strength to them To walk with child-like faith once more The road to Bethlehem! WATSON KIRKCONNELL
