Editor's note:

We are delighted to share with you today Christina Rossetti’s classic poem. The words are so familiar, we may think we know them by heart, but let us challenge ourselves today to read them with fresh eyes and a prayerful spirit and consider anew the One whom “Heaven cannot hold nor earth sustain.”

—Renovaré Team

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.

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“In the bleak midwinter” by Christina Rossetti is in the public domain, via Poetry Foundation.