~*~ On Christmas Morn ~*~
Come light up the plains,
The mountains seas, and sky,
O come waken our souls,
O God, our Lord on High!
Rouse the faith in our hearts
To follow the path of your
will,
Whisper the vows of your
truth,
That causes our soul to
thrill.
Blow the winds of your love
To freely roam the land,
And chisel the rock of our
hearts,
Into your sacred sand.
O come and light up the
plains,
The mountains, sea and sky,
Breathe the fire of your
light,
O God, our Lord on High!
Sharon Frye © 2004
Heroes of the Heart
 
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