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Silence falls in moonlight on a manger bare

in the gath’ring midnight, ‘ere the shepherds’ care;

in darkness waiting, still in death’s own fold,

we anticipate the ancient story told.

Silence falls in whispers, voices hushed in fear;

hearts will quake at this: the time is drawing near.

Though kings may plait for him a crown of thorns,

we anticipate the kingdom yet unborn.

Silence falls in heartache, silence pools in blood;

stillness in the earthquake, shelter in the flood.

Time seems to wait, the whole world holds its breath;

we anticipate the last approach of death.

Silence falls in sorrow on the sylvan hill;

silence in the graveyard, all waits cold and still.

Too long we pace the paths among the tombs;

we anticipate a new way coming soon.

Silence falls in wonder in the light of dawn;

heavens rent asunder, darkness now is gone.

Stone rolled away, the tomb yields up its prize.

We anticipate with sunlight in our eyes.