Bells
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Bells
The ringing of bells.
The tradition of song.
Celebrations at hand,
lift up Our Savior.
His name call out, from every corner,
“He is here, he is here!”
Lift up your eyes, to the heavens,
joyous is the season of sound.
Ringing and singing, bells of every size…
Ringing and singing, voices of the wise.
Kings from far countries, came to sit at his feet.
Meek souls knew his worth…and cried in the street.
Birth, Death and Resurrection!
God, Jesus and the Holy Ghost!
We honor and worship you.
Lay down your treasures here on this earth,
they have no value, but dust.
Lay down your heart and lift up your hands,
It is in Jesus, that you can trust.
Faith, given in full measure.
You will never need,
never fear.
He welcomed the thousands…
and all drew near.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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