An evening of carols,
peace, love and a clear night
the stars twinkling over Los Angeles
not a common sight.
The message
not one of miraculous birth
but one of kindness, brotherhood
and of good will to all men
a time of caring for our sisters
making our amends
But with the woes of war
our world has suffered long
We dream to hear the angels sing
as we live two thousand years of wrong.
The love song that the angels bring
is drowned out by man's noise and strife.
If we could hear the song they sing
then love might steer the course of life.
Perhaps, for more than one night,
we can quiet our voices
listen, and give back
the song which now only angels sing.
(Thanks to Edmund H. Sears)
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