Silent comes the Joy, without proud announcement,
Like the hint of dawn is whispered to the night.
So then without warning, morning breaks victorious,
Extravagant and glorious – heralding the day.
Silent comes the Joy, delivered to a manger,
In the quiet night of stable and the world.
A world in need of angels and visions of life’s meaning,
To reinstate the dreaming that sin had torn away.
Silent comes the Joy, like a spring erupting,
Unseen in the desert, then carving out a stream,
Coursing down the mountain, soon a torrent swelling,
Jubilantly telling the pow’r of the unseen.
Silent comes the Joy…
~ Gloria Gaither ~
If you’re in Delaware, join us tomorrow at the
Christmas Shop in the Odessa Fire Hall!
Even better… spend the entire day at
Christmas in Odessa!