Oh prince of peace
Humbly lain
on hay
Born to the
world
On this
special day
Shepherds,
beasts
And kings
of earth
Pay homage
At the
saviours birth
While the
Christ child
With
angelic face
Sleeps a
kingly sleep
In this
humble place
Oh prince of peace
Humbly lain
on hay
Born to the
world
On this
special day
Shepherds,
beasts
And kings
of earth
Pay homage
At the
saviours birth
While the
Christ child
With
angelic face
Sleeps a
kingly sleep
In this
humble place
Saviour, at your birth
The angels softly sang
Heralding
your arrival
To save the
fate of man
Now your
birthday is near
We hear the
church bells rang
Calling
your children hither
To sing the
thanks of man
It sparkles there for all to see
Threaded
round the Christmas tree
Silver
tinsel shinning bright
Silver
strands of Christian light
It shines
and sparkles as a symbol
Of the love
Christ has for us all
A strand of
love, looped and curled
Threaded
all around the world
And when
you look at a Christmas tree
Silver
strands of love you’ll see
Pulled with violence
To break
the silence
Choring,
drawing
Mechanism
priming
Ready for chiming
Banging,
clanging
Momentum
gaining
Timbers
straining
Creaking,
speaking
Mechanical
timing
With rhythm
climbing
Swaying,
obeying
The peel
resounding
A sound
astounding
Ringing,
singing
The call
goes out
Around and
about
Voicing, rejoicing
Come says
the calling
Come one
and all in
Morning,
morning
Christ born
this day
The
Christmas bells say
Rejoicing,
rejoicing
Three kings from the east
Melchior,
Caspar and Balthazar
Enlightened
kings of wisdom
On their
great quest travelled far
Three wise
men from the east
Who
followed a bright star
Three kings
bearing gifts
Gold, frankincense,
and myrrh
Three kings
from the east
Melchior,
Caspar and Balthazar
Three kings
of great wealth
Bowed low before the saviour
All the Christmas Saints and Angels
Work behind
the scenes
To
orchestrate the season
Like
precision built machines
They make
the tinsel sparkle
They make
the music play
They fill
out hearts with love
As we wait
for the saviours day
All the
Christmas Saints and Angels
Pulling the
strings unseen
Their
purpose is a simple one
To fulfil
all our Christmas dreams
I Remember in December
That the
reason for the season
Is that
Christ is in Christmas
And he is
there for all of us
And I
remember the son God gave
To the
world he would save
When love
was born
On that
first Christmas morn
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