My Fave Poem

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors
He made their tiny wings:
The purple-headed mountain
The river running by
The sunset, and the morning
That brightens up sky,
The cold wind in the winter
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one,
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty
Who has made all things well.


O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets Shineth
The everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years
are met in thee tonight
How silently,How silently
The wondrous gift is given!
So god imparts to human hearts
The blessing of his heaven
No ear may hear his coming
But in this world of sin
Where meek souls will receive him,still the dear Christ enters in
O holy Child of Bethlehem
Descend to us we pray
Cast out our sins and enter in
Be born in us today
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell
O come to us,Abide with us
Our Lord Immanuel.

i love to tell the story of unseen things above of Jesus and his glory,of Jesus and his love
i love to tell the story because i know tis true it satisfies my longings as nothing else can do
i love to tell the story
twill be my theme in glory
to tell the old, old story
of Jesus and his love
i love to tell the story tis pleasant to repeat
what seems each time i tell it more wonderfully sweet
i love to tell the story for some have never heard
the message of salvation from god,s own holy word
i love to tell the story for those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest
and when it scenes of glory
i sing the new, new song
twill be the old, old story that i have loved so long