This morning our opening hymn was “Awake, Awake and Greet the New Morn” – a great one. [Here is a congregational version, with lyrics.]
The third verse goes like this:
In darkest night his coming shall be,
when all the world is despairing,
as morning light so quiet and free,
so warm and gentle and caring.
Then shall the mute break forth in song,
the lame shall leap in wonder,
the weak be raised above the strong,
and weapons be broken asunder.
When we got to the line “… the weak be raised above the strong …” something like this flashed across my mind:
Not what I was expecting.
Just like Advent.