The Promise

Go up to the high mountain.
Go up above the shadows into the Light.
Go where your eyes see far enough:
Salvation coming to the shattered people.
Go up to the high mountain.
Lift up your voice!
Shout down to the valleys:
“Though the grass withers
and the flowers fade,
the Promise will not be broken.”

Look east to Bethlehem!
Do not be afraid to tell Good News.
Speak tenderly with words of strength:
“Messiah comes.
Your God is here!”

David Beebe, Christmas, 2008