The north wind blows a chill o’er Eden’s East
As evening comes to presage Eastern night
And Devil’s minions circle for their feast
Of souls consumed by sin from Adam’s blight.
But wind dies down and in the coming dark
Appears a stable with a beckoning light,
And Star is seen that will that stable mark
To draw the souls of all to that one sight.
And then on wind there comes a Baby’s cry,
A melody that joins the angels’ song,
As those that hear know although they will die
They’ll rise again with hearts that for Him long.
The wind now from the south will gently blow
And raise the hearts of those who will Him know.
THE FEAST OF ST. STEPHEN, THE FIRST MARTYR
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 