Into the Darkest Hour

It was a time like this, 
war and tumult of war, 
a horror in the air.
Hungry yawned the abyss—
and yet there came the star 
and the child most wonderfully there.

It was a time like this 
of fear and lust for power, 
license and greed and blight—
and yet the Prince of bliss 
came into the darkest hour 
in quiet and silent light.

And in a time like this
how celebrate his birth 
when all things fall apart? 
Ah! Wonderful it is:
With no room on the earth,
The stable is our heart.