Let Us Hear Good Tidings

Let Us Hear Good Tidings

By

Nathan Woods

Let us hear good tidings of joy,
Let us fear no funeral bell,
For the most high is born today
Of a virgin, and all is well.

Let us hear the tidings of joy
Passed between each bright, shining star;
A child wrapped in swaddling bands
Made the heavens with his right arm.

Let none fear the funeral bell
Nor tyrant's call for faultless blood,
For today the earth receives the lamb
To shepherd us towards all that's good.

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Nathan Woods writes

Silver Door

, which is the rallying point and threshing-floor of many good poets. As our Shepherd said, the fields are many and the workers few—read Nathan’s poems and subscribe to his larger project, if you’re in the mood to harvest. — KL

So concludes the Advent reading series I was lucky to receive from these poets. Merry Christmas!