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Angels We Have Heard On High

Angels we have heard on high,
Blowing trumpets in the sky,
Helping us to breathe a sigh,
Of Joy that we shall never die,
Angels we have heard on high,
Saying love is truth that ties,
Us all as one these tears I cry,
For all the songs that we shall sing,
As we make earth and heaven ring,
With sounds of crack babies getting free,
Through curses fading beneath the feet,
Of evangelists spreading love on streets,
Replete with souls hungry to hear,
That there is nothing nowhere to fear,
As children smile ear to ear,
And brothers share stories over beers,
As Muslims see their Messiah come,
And Christians see that life has won,
As schizophrenics dance at dawn,
Knowing that their pain is gone,
Angels we have heard on high,
Freeing us from dark one’s lies,
Showing all the God within,
That lights our souls and masters sin,
That makes girls ladies and wee ones men,
That chants Om Hari Hari Om,
And tunes into abundance tones,
That helps us stay faithful to our wives,
That guides our hearts throughout our lives,
That helps our spirits come alive,
Awakening to calls to rise,
Angels we have heard on high,
Speaking of a God of Love,
Above, below, within and everywhere,
Waiting to embrace with grace in hands to share,
Angels we have heard on high,
Blowing trumpets in the sky,
Helping us to breathe a sigh,
That we are safe in the hands of God,
And God won’t let us down,
That true we may feel oh so lost,
But to God we’re already found,
Angels we have heard on high,
Chanting oh so powerfully,
Of love’s everlasting victory,
And Love’s wondrous choice after Adam’s fall,
To send us a Savior who has saved us all!

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