What was it like?
That first bright night,
With open air, streaming
Light in the dark night
The shepherds scared,
But the sacred song rang,
Angels wings brushed light
Gathering the lost sheep
To a stall, a place humble
In the cold, bare and lonely
Away from all the grandeur
Yet the song came
Loud and strong
Sweet and full
Breaking the chains that held
It still and silent
A song for all who gather
To hear love born
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