Can we say, “Merry Christmas” when all around it’s night:
When war spreads death and sorrows and wrong o’ercomes the right?
Is love the greatest power, or is it hate and greed?
If we speak now of Christmas, will anyone give heed?
“Ah, yes!” comes back faith’s answer: the hearts of men still cry
For that one consolation, to cheer them ere they die.
Then still sound forth the message the angel heralds sang:
That o’er the hills of David in peals of rapture rang.
Then from the lowly manger shall rise a mighty Throne
The Babe became earth’s ruler and men serve God alone.
From: The Daily Sacrifice, H. A. Ironside