I hear the bells, they call to me
They ring aloud in harmony
A song of sweetness that is clear
Falls softly on the list’ning ear.
I’m sure the angels hum the tune
Both morning, night and afternoon
The music swells into the air
It’s magic meant to linger there.
How glorious that all should be
Our praises to God’s majesty !
The world outside’s pristine and white
A sparkling, glistening joyous sight
There’s not a single moving thing
That to each surface snow won’t cling.
All silence shouts with one accord
Let’s take a moment to afford
God’s challenge that He brings to us
In life and times too glorious.
How little do we know or care
About this heritage we share
For all we love is there to see
The power of His majesty !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 