HOW SILENTLY
How silently, how silently...
Amid the noises of the stable, the animals snorting and trampling the straw,
Christ was born.
How silently, how silently...
Amid the noises of the morning – the birdsong, the traffic, the sound of our praise.
Like the sun, Christ rose, his silent presence filling us with joy at His resurrection.
How silently, how silently, the glory of Christ’s life is hidden by clouds of sin and selfishness.
But who can take from us the memory of His glory?
In moments of pure joy, God shows himself to us.
We know that our Redeemer lives!
How silently, how silently...
Amid the noises of the stable, the animals snorting and trampling the straw,
Christ was born.
How silently, how silently...
Amid the noises of the morning – the birdsong, the traffic, the sound of our praise.
Like the sun, Christ rose, his silent presence filling us with joy at His resurrection.
How silently, how silently, the glory of Christ’s life is hidden by clouds of sin and selfishness.
But who can take from us the memory of His glory?
In moments of pure joy, God shows himself to us.
We know that our Redeemer lives!