The Gift of Song
Breathe softly, words from hearts, long dead, in harmonies. Which fill the head with thoughts of Angels, come to Earth to sing hosanna's at Christ's birth.
Entwined, they reach the darkest soul, though etched by sin as black as coal, bring blessings, written long ago, to life again. In richness flow,
they warm the mind, caress the ear of those who come together. Here, within this rainbow glassed abode, lift sorrow's weight, brighten the road.
Gifts, such as this, are treasures. Best, when shared with all who are God's guest within His house on Christmas Day. Our voice, God's gift, at His feet lay.
His songs of praise we sing, like prayer, are only gifts when we can share.
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