The Church Bells Ring
The church bells ring out, on the Holiest evening of all
they are calling the people of God, its Christ's enthrall;
I SING YOUR PRAISE FOREVER OH LORD ALMIGHTY ONE
BORN UNDER A STAR, ANGELS SING REJOICING HYMNS
As the snow falls gently to the ground without a sound
the devotees come close to see the creche renowned
CROWNED APEX OF HEAVEN'S SPLENDOUR SHINES SUPREME
DEEPLY INSIDE THE CAVES YOUR NAME ECHOES FOR ETERNITY
The church bells ring out on the Holiest evening of all
they are calling the people of God, its Christ's enthrall.
Liam MacDaibheid
Mystic Rose
Copyright © Liam Mcdaid | Year Posted 2017
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