Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 This is no time for a child to be born, With the earth betrayed by war & hate And a comet slashing the sky to warn That time runs out & the sun burns late. That was no time for a child to be born, In a land in the crushing grip of Rome; Honour & truth were trampled by scorn- Yet here did the Saviour make his home, When is the time for love to be born? The inn is full on the planet earth, And by a comet the sky is torn- Yet love still takes the risk of birth.

This is no time for a child to be born, With the earth betrayed by war & hate And a comet slashing the sky to warn That time runs out & the sun burns late. That was no time for a child to be born In a land in the crushing grip of Rome: Honour and truth were trampled by scorn- Yet here did the Savior make his home. When is the time for love to be born? The inn is full on planet earth, And by a comet the sky is torn- Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.

This is no time for a child to be born, With the earth betrayed by war & hate And a comet slashing the sky to warn That time runs out & the sun burns late. That was no time for a child to be born, In a land in the crushing grip of Rome; Honour & truth were trampled by scorn- Yet here did the Saviour make his home. When is the time for love to be born? The inn is full on planet earth, And by a comet the sky is torn- Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.