Oh How The Angels Sing
In the sparkling, crystal coolness of a quiet winter night, Lay a boy child in a manger bathed in soft and holy light. As a star shined high above Him, as the angels sang for joy, They were welcoming the King of Kings in a tiny baby boy.
On a hillside shepherds huddled ‘round a warm inviting flame, It was just another winter night...How soon their lives would change.
For suddenly surrounding them were angels voices clear, Singing,"Glory to God in the highest," The shepherds shook with fear.
When all at once the fear was gone, replaced with peace untold, As angels brought good tidings, the story did unfold.
They told of how a King had come and on a manger lay, In a quiet town called Bethlehem in a stable filled with hay.
Of how this little boy child was of a virgin birthed, Fulfilling old time prophecies of Messiah come to earth.
The angels bade the shepherds to go and find the babe. To seek the King of Glory in a manger filled with hay.
As suddenly as they had come, the angels now were gone, With them went the brilliant light and the night sky filled with song,
Yet over tiny Bethlehem on that cold and cloudless night, Hung a sparkling star of promise....What a wondrous, glorious sight.
