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Quiet Sunday morning breaks
Christmas packed and put away
All except a melody: in the bleak midwinter
Singing as she tends the fire
Singing with her heart's own choir
The blessings
of a winter's day
Then it's off to church she goes
Three blocks
through the heart of town
Church bells sing a Sunday song
Humming as she walks along
In the bleak midwinter
From the church door runs a child
Searching for a Grandma smile
And through
their laughter and their love
Heaven laughs along
In the voice
of God's love
That descends like the dove
The sound of grace from above
It's the voice of God's love
Eight years
old and eighty- two
Singing from their favorite pew
Songs of when the angels flew
in the bleak midwinter
How long can a promise last
Now two hundred years have passed
Since love became a little child
And heaven sang this song
In
the voice of God's love
That descends like the dove
The sound of grace from above
It's the voice of God's love
Life is turning
everyday
Another Christmas packed away
The miracle is love will stay
Even in midwinter
He hears the church bell in the spire
He sees her in some heavenly choir
And he knows someday they'll laugh again
And sing the angel song
In the voice
of God's love
That descends like the dove
The sound of grace from above
It's the voice of God's love
© by
James Hersch/Whitewater Music
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