Advent Song
Fresh flakes come pirouetting down
To softly lie below
And cloak the peaceful churchyard in
A crystal bed of snow.
Young choristers in unison
Raise voices to proclaim
The dawning of redeeming grace
And glory of His name.
And once again this Christmas time
The Saviour’s love imparts
An everlasting gift of peace
To humble, contrite hearts.
01.12.19
F T I SPECIAL for advent : Brian Strand
Copyright © Wendy Watson | Year Posted 2019
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