All is quiet, all is calm in the fluttery white,
In the deep, dark stillness of the wintry night.
The soft white snow flitters down from the sky,
On the small and the big and the short and the high.
The city lies still in the silence of night,
The buildings so vast, all covered in white.
But lo! In the stillness, a sound, oh so small,
Rings out from the shelter, beyond its thin wall:
The awaited, forgotten, the promise of old,
The unspeakable destiny the prophets foretold.
For there in the dwelling of the sheep and the lamb,
Of the horse and the donkey, the goat and the ram,
The promised seed cries out in the form
Of a human babe, an infant, newborn.
To be slain for our sin, the ultimate sacrifice,
The lion, the lamb, the Savior Jesus Christ.
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