Stars with glittering beauty bright Are splayed across the sky; The comets gleam in stellar flight– But, O Lord, what am I? The angels in their garments shine, And see the Holy One; Yet all the things of earth are mine To hold in dominion. I am no seraph, good and pure; I am no… Continue reading What Am I?
The heavens tell the glory of God; His angels praise His name. The creatures of the earth give praise- The rocks cry out the same! But I, His child, am silent. Why? He’s given me a voice! I’ve every reason to sing His grace– Praise is a command, a choice. While stones declare His greatness,… Continue reading Praise
Silent night. The evening was dark, with the exception of the twinkling starlight and the milky moonbeams. A group of Jewish shepherds rested among the hills just outside of Bethlehem, keeping a vigil over their sheep. Can you hear them? They hum traditional folk songs and talk amongst each other as they prepare to rest… Continue reading Meditations on a Silent Night