Should oceans break and mountains fall, and clouds go to the ground.
I'd hurry to the little stall, where Christ is sleeping sound.
Should waters rise above the trees, and flying eagles fall.
I'd find some place to lift my eyes, and be in awe.
Should rivers dry and glaciers thaw, and stars come tumbling down.
I'd hurry to the stable straw, see glory all around.
Should my own heart have need of love, when fear is in its place.
I'd seek you Christ, and kneel inside your gentle Christmas grace.
from "Prophets & Angels
An Advent Festival of Lessons and Carols"
Herbert F. Brokering
Aaron David Miller
Augsburg Fortress - Publisher
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