Wonder...

Wonder

There is faint music in the night,

And pale wings fanned by silver flight;

A frosty hill with tender glow

Of countless stars that shine on snow.

A shelter from the winter storm,

A straw-lined manger, safe and warm,

And Mary crooning lullabies,

To hush her Baby's sleepy sighs.

Her eyes are rapt upon His Face,

Unheeded here is time and space;

Her heart filled with blinding joy,

For God's own Son--her little Boy!