This Christmas Eve, it seems the stars
Shine with a special glow.
I hear the brush of angel wings
Above the powered snow.
There is a sacred stillness
Surrounding all the earth,
A strange excitement heralding
The night of Jesus’ birth.
This is the time of wonder,
Gigantic in its scope,
When once again this tired old world
Is filled with peace and hope.
O Holy night, God grant us grace
To turn our lives around,
To radiate the wondrous love
That each of us has found
Who gather at the manger,
With hearts that do believe,
That Heaven came to earth for us
One blessed Christmas Eve.
Shine with a special glow.
I hear the brush of angel wings
Above the powered snow.
There is a sacred stillness
Surrounding all the earth,
A strange excitement heralding
The night of Jesus’ birth.
This is the time of wonder,
Gigantic in its scope,
When once again this tired old world
Is filled with peace and hope.
O Holy night, God grant us grace
To turn our lives around,
To radiate the wondrous love
That each of us has found
Who gather at the manger,
With hearts that do believe,
That Heaven came to earth for us
One blessed Christmas Eve.
--Grace Easley
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