When December wind whispers, the angels sing

Of the coming birth of our risen king

Falling snow from the sky turns to tears on mothers’ cheeks

Because the father cannot find the child whom he seeks

When December wind whispers, the angels weep

Because the sin of humankind is dark and deep

When December wind whispers, the angels descend

To retrieve the sleeping children, whom the world has sent

They wake each child, take their hands, and lead them one by one

To a place where love reigns, because the battle is already won

When December wind whispers, the angels ascend

The children smile, they know they leave the pain and suffering behind

For they go now to a place God designed, a place where joys shall never end.



December wind whispers