Hope of Heaven
© Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved
Silent night . . . holy night . . .
The kingly head that was crowned with thorns
Once lay in a manger, sleeping,
Tenderly caressed by His mother, Mary.
O Come Emmanuel . . .
The hands that were cruelly nailed to the cross
Once healed thousands by His gentle touch,
Mercifully bestowed through His Father.
Amazing grace . . . how sweet the sound . . .
Those feet so harshly hammered to the wood
Once walked the sands of time for 33 years,
Presenting the hope of heaven
…to all mankind.
Just as I am . . . without one plea . . .
Oh Lamb of God, I come