O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above
I was blind, though my eyes were open wideThen Your
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
There's a ring around the moon tonightAnd chilling windBut I
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
» More on Chris Eaton