Now the greening of the summer
tells the turning of the year,
for the coming of the Christ Child
make the way to Christmas clear!
in the trading, in the traffic,
in the overload of stress,
craft a cradle for compassion,
find a place for peacefulness.
John the Baptist strode before us,
prophets shouted in the wild --
happy those who hear the message,
see the hope within the Child:
not the packaging of Jesus
in the giftwrap of a toy,
but the meaning of the manger
be our longing, be our joy!
As St. Andrew told his brother,
brought his neighbors and his friends,
let the Good News waken gladness
as the new-born Word intends;
follow on, St. Andrew's people
where the winds of faith have blown:
in our hearts and in our city
be Christ Jesus loved and known.