Sunday, December 20, 2015

354. Eight Day of Christmas

The night was dark. The sky was clear.
All around me sheep to shear.
Sweet soft the breeze did touch my face
As gentle as my mother's lace.
I only could lay back and listen
While above the stars did glisten.
But in the darkness light once broke
And all around a deep voice spoke.

Fear not
For unto you this day
A child 
One innocent and pure
The holy one of God
An angel spake
He comes

So brightly beamed the skies around
Hallelujah was the sound
Eternal glory sung to me
Precious child, go and see.
Holy one so innocent
Earthly born but heaven sent
Rapture for the world to feel
Dancing through the air bells peal

Stunning. Silence. Sweet. Savior. See.

We with our herds went quickly there
To see the babe that Mary bear.
So quietly he lay to rest
That little baby heaven blessed.

Praise. Bow. Sing. 

For nothing sweeter than the sound
Of angels singing all around.

Angels singing loud
Hallelujah is their song
A Savior is born

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