Sing a Song of Holiness
Sing a song of holiness,
Pocket full of grace.
Multitudes of angels
Wing about the place.
The skies above are opened
And all the angels sing.
Isn’t that a fitting gift
To place before the King?
The King is in the manger
Wrapped in swaddling clothes.
The queen is at His bedside
Sitting in repose.
The shepherds and the Magi
All bow down and adore
The little Child King
Who we know is Christ the Lord.
Copyright © Stephen Tefft | Year Posted 2023
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