That Silent Night
How I would love to kneel at the manger, touch His small hand and look on His face.
Angels above would sing a chorus; wise men would follow a star to that place.
What would I bring to give to the baby? Wood for a fire to warm the night’s chill,
Oil for a lamp to light the darkness, wool for a coat from the sheep on the hill.
Mary would sing Him a sweet lullaby,
Peaceful, gentle, soft as a sigh.
Joseph would give her his cloak for a shawl,
Filled with care for his fam’ly so small.
Would I have looked to the Heavens? Would I have seen the star?
Would I have followed the wise men, bringing their gifts from afar?
Oh, holy, silent, holy night, silent night.
I was not there that night in the stable. I did not see His bed on the hay,
Yet I believe my King, my Savior came to the world on that holy day.
Bethlehem baby now grown as a man,
Patient, lowly, meek as a lamb.
Son of the Father who walked among men,
Healer, Redeemer, who loves without end,
The Babe in the manger, my Savior, my Friend.
Text: Rebecca Martin
Music: Rebecca Martin
Album: Submitted Music (2007-2011)
Composition Date: 2009
More Info: CMS 2009