Listen to the music. The sound of the angels. Come and see the child. Who can make you whole. Lying in a manger. Away from harm and danger. . Chorus:.
Kindness in your eyes. I guess you heard me cry. You smiled at me like Jesus to a child. I'm blessed I know. . Heaven sent and heaven stole. You smiled at me like Jesus to a child.
She stops for coffee every morning, grabs the paper. While she's yawning, wishing she was still in bed. And though her cup is always full, the 8 a.m. express.