Since we must walk in darkness,
Lord, let it be your wings,
your Spirit come upon us
and overshadowing.
And since we bear these burdens
and bodies waxing great,
then let it be for birthing
we carry trouble's weight.
This weary road before us—
Lord, will it ever end?
Each mile unfolding for us
leads on to Bethlehem.
And if our hearts are hardened
and empty as a tomb,
yet stone can be an altar
where we prepare you room.
For you can take our valleys,
our mountains, fears, and pains
and make yourself a straight way
across a level plain.
And you can take our failures
and humbling in the dust
and make yourself a manger
where you can come to us.
Donkey eating apples from a steel trough By Sheila1988 – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=77807464
Kate Bluett 