This Time, This Place
The music of Handel swirls in my soul,
And could I but see beyond my horizon,
Beyond the limits of my heart;
Beyond the sunset of this day,
A star of proportions so immense
To shatter the state of dreamed pretense
Would fill the sky
Into the heavenly realm of shepherds
I would see them awed by the star they too see,
Hearing angels’ music with the same star inspiring me,
In this time, this place.
I hear a baby cry like no other sweetness
I have ever known.
Even the babe’s mother’s cooing reaches my eager ear.
Violins play to return the visional accompaniment.
And I know, I know, those musical blends
Can only mean
Our Savior is born in this time, this place,
On this Sunday afternoon.