Bells
I
F
only I
could imagine
the tinkling of the
sweet church bells in
that dear little country we
called our home. With lovely
sun drenched hills amid, yellow
fields of daffodils. As bells chime
a glorious tune for Christmas day.
Soon to be by the magic light of the
silver Moon, St Nicholas will be here.
Gold Bells on his sleigh and here with
Eight Reindeer spreading gifts of joy to
children in many lands across the world.
As all come to church on that great day by
God’s Almighty Grace we receive His blessing.
As He makes the bell toll for us as He rings it with
His
Love
!
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