Peace, the soft stillness of Bethlehem's plain. The wandering sheep. The shadow of rain. The straw in the stable made up a bed; a manger for Jesus to lay His sweet head.
The night echoed silent 'fore choir could sing; the heavenly angels awaited their King! Shepherds looked skyward this glorious night. They peered into heaven, stars bursting with light.
Bethlehem longs for its heavenly Kind; the promised Messiah. Let all the bells ring! Sleep on little village, soon the dear birth of Jesus, he Savior of heaven and earth.
Bethlehem Awaits Her King