DAY 1

She is a lily in the spring her lover picked, 

Flattened at the bottom of his pocket when he sits,

She is a lily in the spring her lover picked, but he forgets

 

She is a sycamore in the summer heat,

Her lover yelling, "Timber!" as she falls to her knees

Hammer to the chisel to make her what he needs her to be

Never mind what she needs 

 

She is a ruby-red woolen winter coat

Hanging in the back of his big, dark closet

Sometimes he takes her out and wears her when he's cold, 

He's so cold

 

 

DAY 2

 

 

DAY 3

He's off in the distance,

A place I hardly can see

What I see is him standing tall

Near an old willow tree 

 

He's all by his lonesome

His arms strong to keep himself

Safe from the wolves while they prowl

In the moonlight as he sleeps 

 

But if I get any closer, 

I'm afraid if I get any closer 

I'll be frightened to see

A pair of button blue eyes 

And a sun beaten smile,

Limbs of hay swaying' in the breeze 

 

I see him lookin' my way

And it's been hours but the stare never breaks 

I wonder what he thinks

But he sure don't seem to speak

And shadows always hide his face

 

Why does he seem

To be so at peace? 

God only knows 

What I'd give just to find

Someone patient enough for me

 

But if I get any closer, 

I'm afraid if I get any closer 

I'll be frightened to see

A pair of button blue eyes

And a sun beaten smile

Limbs of hay swayin' in the breeze 

 

And if I get any closer, 

Get any closer,

It'll be a scary sight to see

Then I'll run and scream,

Thinking, "Woe is me!" 

For the one I loved isn't a man

 

 

DAY 4

The spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky ,

And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,

Their great original proclaim.

Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,

Does his Creator's power display,

And publishes to every land

The work of an Almighty hand. 

 

Soon as the evening shades prevail,

The moon takes up the wondrous tale

And nightly to the lis'ning earth

Repeats the story of her birth

Whilst all the stars that round her burn,

And all the planets in their turn,

Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole. 

 

What though in solemn silence all

Move round this dark terrestrial ball?

What though nor real voice nor sound

Amidst their radiant orbs be found?

In reason's ear they all rejoice,

And utter forth a glorious voice;

For ever singing, as they shine,

"The hand that made us is divine." 

                              Joseph Addison, 1712

 

 

DAY 5

 

Angels, from the realms of glory,

Wing your flight o'er all the earth

Ye who sang creation's story,

Now proclaim Messiah's birth;

Come and worship, worship Christ the newborn King! 

 

Shepherds, in the fields abiding,

Watching o'er your flock by night;

God with man is now residing,

Yonder shines an infant light;

Come and worship, worship Christ the newborn King! 

 

Sages, leave your contemplations,

Brighter visions beam afar;

Seek the great desire of nations;

Ye have seen a natal star:

Come and worship, worship Christ the newborn King! 

 

Saints, before the altar bending,

Watching long in hope and fear,

Suddenly the Lord descending, 

In his temple shall appear:

Come and worship, worship Christ the newborn King! 

 

All creation join in praising

God the Father, Spirit, Son;

Evermore your voices raising

to th' eternal Three in One:

Come and worship, Come and worship,

Worship Christ the newborn King! 

                       -James Montgomery (1816)