BabyGrace
Refugee
Since it's December now...
"CHRISTMAS"
Warm salty air swirls in
From the sea
And settles on a sigh
Wrapped in the dark hour
Around a guiding light
Weary hope toils onward
In peace and prediction
The Savior's night
Burns bright in the palm
Of a calloused hand
Careful plans lay amid scattered dreams
Pieced together and blown
Away like angel dust
Holy symphony
Echoes hallelujah chorus
Resounding to the deeps of the darkest
The world breathes still
Pausing on its journey to the future
Glowing brighter for a moment
In a pure ribbon of joy
Gentle grace descends
The Child has come.
"CHRISTMAS"
Warm salty air swirls in
From the sea
And settles on a sigh
Wrapped in the dark hour
Around a guiding light
Weary hope toils onward
In peace and prediction
The Savior's night
Burns bright in the palm
Of a calloused hand
Careful plans lay amid scattered dreams
Pieced together and blown
Away like angel dust
Holy symphony
Echoes hallelujah chorus
Resounding to the deeps of the darkest
The world breathes still
Pausing on its journey to the future
Glowing brighter for a moment
In a pure ribbon of joy
Gentle grace descends
The Child has come.