There in the stillness of the night
While the world lay in sleep,The angels sang of the promise
God was about to keep.
The moon watched, solemn, in the sky,
The birth of Heaven’s king,
And smiled with joy as he listened,
Hearing, the angels sing.
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
No comments:
Post a Comment