Mary was a
mother giving birth to her first child,
And Jesus
as a newborn, I don’t see him meek and mild.
There were
angels in the pasture singing with all their might,
No matter
what the song says, it was not a silent night.
It was
peace on Earth and goodwill towards men,
But the
fact remains there’s no room in the inn.
Everyone
and his brother had come back into town,
And I
can’t figure how they got them all to settle down.
Angels
came to shepherds while there flocks they tried to keep.
The Bible
says the men were scared, but what about the sheep?
Hundreds
of bleating animals, running streaks of white,
I wonder
why they ever thought it was a silent night.
Too many
in our world today choose to believe the song,
But God,
I’m sure thinks we have been silent for too long.
God came
to Earth to save all man on that holy night,
And that’s
the song we need to sing, and sing with all our might.
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