Louise Riveiro - Mitchell Poet Rhyme

Bells

In the stillness of the winter’s night,
The sounds of the bells can be heard even though there is not any in sight..
The story of the bells has been passed down from old to young,
It is the story of a special birth that happened and this is how it begun
There in a little town called Bethlehem.
And in a lowly stable on  a bed of straw,
Mary’s boy child lay quietly as the nearby sheppard's  knelt in aww.
In a far off land a star appeared brightly in the sky,
That led the three wise men to the stable where they found that child inside.
They laid down their gifts for the child to behold
The gifts of myrrh, frankincense and gold .
Above the stable the host of angels sang out the praises of this new born king
Though that magical night is gone
The miracle of his birth lives  on and on
As the sound of the bells fills the night air,
I remember that little child  and say a prayer

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