This Precious Eve
By Lucia K Haase
This precious eve, the wind lay still;
there’s only breeze from hill to hill.
The bustling time of day is spent-
the air now cool in fresh born scent.
Enlightened in the dark of night,
a stable glows in lambent light
of beam from one great brilliant Star-
as men with gifts come from afar
to stand in awe of one adored-
it has been told, He will be Lord!
And angels can be heard ‘Rejoice!’-
in song divine and praising voice…
across the land and through time’s skies-
there echoes out a Baby’s cries…