December Song

Brass leaf-song has been gathered; tucked into time’s tiralee  

Save for the remnant eighth-note clinging to the apple tree

And from a vaulted ceiling where ten thousand summer’s swirl

The Maestro strikes the timbrel as a silver madrigal

Tumbles in twirling treasure, like an orchestra set free

December spills its measure in a merry melody

The advent of The Christ-child fills our flagging faith with hope

We light the candles in our heart; God lights the barren slope

With miracles of minute breadth His boundless mercies grace

The stricken land of autumn spent with winter-woven lace

Ah, see its exultation gild November’s barren girth

December flings its anthems in wee angels to the earth

The chill wind cannot snuff the song that fills the atmosphere

As wonder of peace, joy and love thrills humble hearts with cheer

For to our wretched brokenness a Baby-Savior came

December puts upon our lips that sweet and sacred Name

And now we join the angels as we lift our hearts to Him

December is a worship song to Jesus Christ our King

© Janet Martin