Somewhere beneath this Christmas moon
our daughter sleeps tonight
in orphan’s bed, or mother’s womb,
or heaven’s hid’n delight.
Her fragile heart our Father holds
and fashions in His hand
to bear the wisdom He bestows,
and share it as a friend.
Her name God etched upon my heart
though I know not her face:
a wondrous pang that bids me start
to make her dwelling place.
To join her precious life with ours
will call for greatest faith —
to shun our comforts, bare our scars,
to watch and hope and wait.
Yet sweeter joy God stirs us find
if we would dare this dream:
our thriving hearth a living sign
of how the Lord redeems.
So here I pledge my soul with yours
beneath this Christmas moon
to stay this calling and this course,
to bring home Sonja Ruth.
December 24 and 25, 2011
New Durham, New Hampshire
© 2011 Pedal Point Music
“Do not be afraid, for I am with you;
I will bring your children from the east
and gather you from the west.”