O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above
I was blind, though my eyes were open wideThen Your
Mountains high on a crimson tideReflecting down on the water
You are harvest, You are golden sunYou are cool rain,
I have been deceivedI have been misledOut in stormy seasI
Look at our worldCaught in a trapWe have to face
You can see the pain of the desolateYou can see
By the water, walk with meCast away your doubts and
When you pass through the waters,I will be with you,
Deep in a valley of green, shadows of clouds run
written by Chris Eaton & Amy Grant
(words & music by Charles Tobias - Al Frisch)The wonderful
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