Yuletide Eve

Written by: craig cornish

The cool crisp air where cirrus sweeps
like strands of angel hair flow deep,
in the heavens where faith resides
on this Eve of Yuletide.
 
As the light of day grows dim
and carollers sing familiar hymns,
scarved red and green, side by side
on this Eve of Yuletide.
 
In the night the bright bulbs glow
lane by lane, row on row,
while the fire warms those inside
on this Eve of Yuletide.
 
At worship faithful praise and sing.
Around the village church bells ring.
Within his love we will abide
on this Eve of Yuletide.

In silent night while children sleep,
mothers kneel and softly weep,
praying for a peace worldwide
on this Eve of Yuletide.
 
Out in the fields, no city lights
among the stars there in the night,
the brightest hope on high presides
on this Eve of Yuletide.

Written by Craig Cornish