In Summer, Still Unfurled
Copyright © 2012 by Becka deHaan
Out in the field, in mid-July,
Feeling the sun sing its song of praise;
And the Fir trees, with the fragrance of Christmas
Even without tinsel, still catch your gaze.
Your every breath is smelling the season,
Though the season isn’t close at all;
Story living beyond all the eggnog and snow;
It’s creation’s King in a cattle stall.
Chorus: And the bells and ornaments sit in a chest and hide;
Strings of lights and holly stored for the next Yuletide;
Down the bright warm streets, who’d dare to shout, “Joy to the world!”?
Yet the Maker so loved the work he had done
That his own self part of the craft would become;
Such a marvelous wonder,
In summer, still unfurled.
In that south wind, the Pine branches sway
With those of the poplar, the Oak and Elm;
A whisper in green unison
Welcoming God into the earthly realm.
While you’re basking in this gorgeous weather,
Summer’s busyness but slower pace;
With all nature exalting the Word-made-flesh,
Come and join the trees in their embrace.
When the…
[Chorus]
It’s a special, festive time in December;
But all year round, it’s an undying ember…
Out in the field, in mid-July;
Mary felt promise turn into plan;
For another heart was beating within her
And her song filled the heavens’ span!
Then no…
Chorus: Bells and ornaments sat in a chest to hide;
Strings of lights and holly stored for a next Yuletide;
Down the bright warm streets, she dared to shout, “Joy to the world!”
For the Maker so love the work he had done
That his own self part of the craft would become;
Such a marvelous wonder,
In summer, still unfurled.
Such a marvelous wonder,
In summer, still unfurled. In Summer, Still Unfurled
Copyright 2012 by Becka deHaan
Out in the field, in mid-July,
Feeling the sun sing its song of praise;
And the Fir trees, with the fragrance of Christmas
Even without tinsel, still catch your gaze.
Your every breath is smelling the season,
Though the season isn’t close at all;
Story living beyond all the eggnog and snow;
It’s creation’s King in a cattle stall.
Chorus: And the bells and ornaments sit in a chest and hide;
Strings of lights and holly stored for the next Yuletide;
Down the bright warm streets, who’d dare to shout, “Joy to the world!”?
Yet the Maker so loved the work he had done
That his own self part of the craft would become;
Such a marvelous wonder,
In summer, still unfurled.
In that south wind, the Pine branches sway
With those of the poplar, the Oak and Elm;
A whisper in green unison
Welcoming God into the earthly realm.
While you’re basking in this gorgeous weather,
Summer’s busyness but slower pace;
With all nature exalting the Word-made-flesh,
Come and join the trees in their embrace.
When the…
[Chorus]
It’s a special, festive time in December;
But all year round, it’s an undying ember…
Out in the field, in mid-July;
Mary felt promise turn into plan;
For another heart was beating within her
And her song filled the heavens’ span!
Then no…
Chorus: Bells and ornaments sat in a chest to hide;
Strings of lights and holly stored for a next Yuletide;
Down the bright warm streets, she dared to shout, “Joy to the world!”
For the Maker so love the work he had done
That his own self part of the craft would become;
Such a marvelous wonder,
In summer, still unfurled.
Such a marvelous wonder,
In summer, still unfurled.
