Great Shall Be the Peace of Thy Children
|Childlike, we behold with hope the star whose radiant fire
Brings light and promises of peace sung by an angel choir.
Shattered like a tower of glass exploding into flame,
Like Elijah in the cave, we hear a still, small voice
He who bore all grief and pain came living from the grave.
A person’s soul can never die. Those who depart this life
Shrouds of death are cast aside. Sorrow’s curtains part.
Once again behold the star. Hear once again the choir.
by Robert and Rita Bartholomew