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.


Amy Webb Music

Bethlehem Awaits Her King