The Baker’s Carol

Little men of gingerbread

Cinnamon buttons, cherry red

Baked by happy, loving hands to please us

Crooked arms and legs askance

Frozen in delicious dance

To celebrate the joyous birth of Jesus

 

Pale white dough, soft as a lamb,

Remind us of a shepherd man,

Who heard the angels singing up above him

Left his flocks on yonder hill

As the sky with glory filled

Ran to tell the Baby that we love Him

Plump, golden loaves

Sweet, raisin-gemmed

Remind us of the three wise Men

With turbans high and gifts proffered before Him

‘Twas bread He broke to match the wine

To symbolize His love divine

He gave His life, O come let us adore Him!

When dough, punched down, then seems to die,

Remember when the Savior, high,

Upon the cross, died, too, ‘mid cruel scorning.

Yet yeast, miraculous and humble,

Like faith, though it did seem to stumble

Does rise again, like Him, on Easter morning.

EE Kennedy