The Twelfth Day of Christmas; Twelve Drummers drumming
God is revealed to men as the bright morning star atop pine trees on Tabor As a symbol of hope unfurled Like a gurgling river of water, cascading down Mount Zion, Through thickets on high Where the deers graze and His flock finds comfort. We believe in the Most High and in His Christ, In the wake of sin and death He shall rise, and He indeed rose to the men of Sharon and delivered them from their sins. We believe the day came When Peace innervated The Virgin by the favour that was upon her. And why shan't these things be? Did you not hear? The Spirit of life whispered God into Eve the second time. We partake in the fellowship of His suffering, drinking down to the dregs of His sorrow, munching on the pain He shared. It began on that brave afternoon when He stood before Pilate; When He rose to the occasion of redemption with an impassioned gaze; When he bore the whips and wore the thorns, His body ripped to right our wrongs. At three, the Triune God was shaken by deat
