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| A little village quaint and small Had not many people there at all. It use to be a bustling crowd When everyone spoke outloud. Children running through the streets, Shouting Hi ! to all they meet. But that was such a long time ago, The sadness there almost glows. What has happened to this town? Why can't the joy be found? The silence is deafening in the air Not a whisper heard anywhere. Why, I remember at Christmas time The sounds of joy and love would chime. The shops were busy with trade Things for sale, that were handmade. The air was crisp and ready for snow The sleds were shiny and ready to go. It would fall a heavy fluffy pile, Mounding up the hill all the while. It was the best hill to sled for sure Sliding down the snow so pure. It was so white, it would blind you, Didn't stop 'em, coming two by two. There is a story my ma did tell Of a little church that had beautiful bells. Every Christmas they would ring, And all the village would come and sing. On Christmas Eve just at midnight, They would ring out so bright. Telling the story about Jesus birth, And how the angels came to earth. The bells will no longer ring They were lost in a fire, a terrible thing. No one knows or understands, Why their beauty was taken from man. They lost their hope and joy, Because the bells would ring no more. Never once trying their beauty to replace, They just gave up and felt irrate. But a miracle came to this little place, When God sent down His Amazing Grace. Another preacher came to town, And decided to turn things around. He started services in a vacant barn, Preached of God's love that erases harm No need to give up when things get rough, Let's raise a church, it won't be tough. All pitched in and regained their faith, And miracles started taking place. The church was rebuilt from bottom to top And a tower was raised for bells to prop. It was drawing near the Christmas season, This gave all the people a special reason. To finish the job was their intent And just in time the money was spent. The blacksmith had molded and shaped The bells that would be put in place On Christmas Eve, they would be ready To ring out GOOD NEWS! loud and steady. The Joy returned, the sadness and trevail Were dropped into the deepest well. Never to return to this blessed growing town. Where Christmas Bells Rang out in Joyful Sound!! Written by Shirley Barr December 5, 2005 All Rights Reserved Luke 2: 10, 11 ~ And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. |
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