In The Bleak Midwinter - Rick Lee James

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made a moan. Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone. Snow was falling, snow on snow, snow on snow. Long, long ago Heaven cannot hold Him Nor the earth sustain Him Heaven and earth are made new When He comes to reign In the bleak midwinter, a stable place suffice Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ Angels and archangels may have Seraphim and Seraphim thronged in the air But His mother only in her maiden bliss So what can I bring him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb If I were a wise man, I would do my part What can I give Him, give Him my heart? ស្រុងក្រុងក្រុងក្រុងក្រុងក្រុងក្រុងក្រុងក្រុងក្រ