Posted by: Peadar Ban | December 26, 2010

Mountain High

Mountain High The Angels Sing


Mountain high the angels sing

And in the stable – caroling

Of ass and ox, of goat and sheep


The inn where all the boarders sleep

Is still.  So is the little town below

And every town the whole world through.


The One Who Is has come

Straight from His Father’s love.


Now, eternity enters the womb of time,

And immensity is here confined

Now, Spirit has been willingly enfleshed.






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