Beneath the Boughs Evergreen
On this Holy Night
Where sheaths of gold and red
Welcome the twinkling stars abright
Reveal the mystery
of a story reborn
in pomp and splendour.
In the silence there above
a star did shine.
I wished to be among the one
who trailed the star that led
to the Holy One
O what joyous honor
that would accord
A Child of God.
O hear the angels on golden harps raise their voices on a stable forlorn
In a cradle there to find
a baby boy, The Son of God
born to a blessed woman
O Mary.
The sprinkles of silver dust
fills the skies
and set the world alight,
and now we celebrate
the birth of the Lord
in Grandeur.
Merry Christmas Everyone
-shobana-
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