Close to my bed on a snowy night,
stood is glowing robes of white,
an angel, beautiful and bright.
an angel with a face so dear
I felt no wonder, or no fear
only joy that he was near.
Softly he spoke, so tenderly
'will thou a child of Bethlehem see?
Come ! take my hand and fly with me'
In the safety of his arms I flew ,
toward the place where dreams came true
and more lovely the midnight grew.
More glorious our wonderous way
until we came at break of day
to the stables where he lay.
I heard a mothers song upsoar
and knelt upon the stable floor
what could I do , but just adore?
Until for love of Him I wept
and closer to His cradle crept
to watch the baby as he slept.
All was love and perfect light
or did I dream an angel bright
had come to me on christmas night?
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