A Winter song
The snow is on the ground,
The stars are in the sky,
And far off I hear
A baby's soft cry.
The world is so quiet
So soft, so still,
As the moon climbs up
And over a hill.
What beauty, what wonder!
Words cannot express
The touch of His finger,
A gentle caress.
I stand right here in awe
Of the workings of His hands!
The marvels He has done
All across the lands!
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