And now the sacred
season comes;
pine boughs hang
heavy
with the snow.
Holly brightens
the winter scene
and mistletoe hints
at a more ancient
celebration.
Candles light the
frosty windows --
weary travelers
hurry home.
On this most holy
night
a babe was born
(witnessed by a
star) --
bearing the angel's
adoration.
Lo, the baby is
sleeping;
Alleluia, the angels
are singing.
Peace on earth,
peace on earth!
And now the sacred
season comes...
Dec 22, 2011
Dec 22, 2011 at 2:04 PM UTC
And now the sacred
season comes;
pine boughs hang
heavy
with the snow.
Holly brightens
the winter scene
and mistletoe hints
at a more ancient
celebration.
Candles light the
frosty windows --
weary travelers
hurry home.
On this most holy
night
a babe was born
(witnessed by a
star) --
bearing the angel's
adoration.
Lo, the baby is
sleeping;
Alleluia, the angels
are singing.
Peace on earth,
peace on earth!
And now the sacred
season comes...