Crypt Carol (Jeffrey Quick)
- Editor: Jeffrey Quick (submitted 2009-10-23). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 75 kB Copyright: CC BY-NC-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported
- Edition notes:
Description: This is not your typical carol; it's about the Incarnation as death out of eternal life. I wrote the poem; so sue me. It should be sung vigorously, as though it had syncopation and guitar chords, even though it doesn't.
Original text and translations
This manger like a coffin, this stable like a tomb,
The resting place of Jesus, fresh from His Mother’s womb.
The swaddling clothes wind round him, the myrrh will soon be nigh.
The ever-living Son of God has come to earth to die.
Like Moses in a basket, abandoned on the strand,
He comes to lead His people up to their Promised Land.
No child of Pharoah’s daughter, He who is King on high.
It is a calloused carpenter who calms His infant cry.
The first-born sons of Egypt were struck down by the Lord,
The newborn sons of Israel mowed down by Herod’s sword.
But none shall fell this baby, sole son of Adonai,
For even those who’d murder Him must raise Him to the sky.
A fragile tender baby, a meek obedient boy,
He took on mortal limits, Death’s power to destroy.
Take courage you believers, when faced with bleakest wrong;
Since He became as weak as us, let us in Him be strong.