Christmas bells are solemn, still
Resting in the father’s will
Then rings the chorus strong and true
Of all that Christ would suffer through
The echoes of a silent night
Remind us of angelic flight
And when they echo down to earth
Underscoring Jesus’ birth,
we also hear a darker tone
When Jesus suffered all alone.
Mocked and broken, disciples fled
The holy blood on wood was shed
This piercing of his mother’s heart
The veil, so holy torn apart.
This was the first night of his life
to rescue us from sin and strife.
Bethlehem, no room to spare
Calvary- redemption’s share.
The poorest came to worship him
No host would dare to let Him in.
The manger was His resting place
Redemption in an infants face.
The bells ring forth this Christmas eve
Our hearts restored to Him would cleave.
The cross and cradle joined as one.
The Father’s tears, this infant Son
The star refused to hide its face
And bells ring out a song called grace.
