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A December Lament

Earlier this month I posted "Accentuate the Positive" which was the first song I heard on Radio 2 that morning, but I could equally have posted the last one I heard that night, which was this haunting lament by Alison Krauss, "Get me Through December" because, if truth be told, that was closer to how I felt, with the hectic run-in to Christmas after a bruising year.





How pale is the sky that brings forth the rain
As the changing of seasons prepares me again
For the long bitter nights and the wild winter's day
My heart has grown cold, my love stored away
My heart has grown cold, my love stored away

I've been to the mountain, left my tracks in the snow
Where souls have been lost and the walking wounded go
I've taken the pain no girl should endure
Faith can move mountains; of that I am sure
But faith can move mountains; of that I am sure

Just get me through December
A promise I'll remember
Get me through December
So I can start again

No divine purpose brings freedom from sin
And peace is a gift that must come from within
I've looked for the love that will bring me to rest
Feeding this hunger beating strong in my chest
Feeding this hunger beating strong in my chest

Get me through December
A promise I'll remember
Get me through December
So I can start again

I've felt that profoundly over the past few weeks, indeed the pictures on the video above are too beautiful for my liking... December here in Northern Ireland has been grey, wet and cold... though not cold enough to keep protesters off the streets... And there is no sign that a new month and new year will change the weather pattern or political logjam... Will there be a change in personal and family circumstances with a New Year? That too remains to be seen...

But I continue to put my faith in the one who does bring salvation and freedom from sin, and pray that the peace proclaimed at his birth may reign in your heart and mine...

He will get me through what little remains of December... and on into a new year with new opportunities...

Shalom


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