Today I ponder hours that lead
Toward one precious day
When Jesus in a manger lay
To light our errant way
Soon all the world in joy declares
This news with praise to sing
As those who have and who do not
Prepare to meet our King
Young girls with woven candle wreaths
Walk, singing down the lanes
Each evening a new flame is lit
To honor Him who reigns
Each candle signifies a day
Preparing for that light
Born on a night in Bethlehem
Great hope to sinners’ plight
When all the wreaths are filled with lights
Then comes that sacred hour
Grand visions of old men and bards
Come true with greatest power
That little babe, a fragile reed
Whom many tried to harm
Became the strongest link of all
To draw us to God’s arms
When I see candles burning bright
And flowers knit in rows
I think of Advent’s holy weeks
When all hearts are aglow
How fortunate we are today
To be part of that night
Foretold in prophets fondest dreams
The darkness saw great light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem