CHRISTMAS EVE
At midnight in the church a hush falls and we hear
Only a gentle rustling, like the sound
He heard as near His bed the golden straw
Rustled as the cattle gathered round.
Then through the hush the white-robed choir begins
The song of joy, the same the angels then
Sang o’er the plains near Bethlehem, of joy,
Of hope, of peace on earth, good will to men.
And then across the cold, clear air the bells
Proclaim to all the town that Christ is born;
Chiming as even the heavens must have chimed
The night the stars stood still to greet the morn.
And in the hush, and through the song, and with
The bells my heart lifts up, and this I know . . .
The ancient tidings of great joy are still
As thrilling as they were so long ago. Carol B. Parker
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