Holy is the season
Upon the earth below
Where silence is a given
The inner sanctums grow

Deep within the forest
Where footsteps can't be seen
Just nature and His precious ones
Gathered in this scene

Hark they hear an Angel
From way up in the sky
They turn and look to see him
As snow falls down from high

Creating glow of diamonds
With purity and love
To share this day of glory
He speaks so gently of

Love of all His creatures
No matter big or small
Today He says he loves them
In silence they hear all.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
©Copyright October 27, 2003

Midi Performed by Margi Harrell

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