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I Need A Silent Night

I've made the same mistake before
Too many malls, too many stores
December traffic Christmas rush
It breaks me till I push and shove
Children are crying While mother's are trying
To photograph Santa and sleigh
The shopping and buying and standing forever in line
What can I say?

I need a silent night A holy night
To hear an angel voice Through the chaos and the noise
I need a midnight clear A little peace right here
To end this crazy day With a silent night

December comes, then disappears
Faster and faster every year 
Did my own mother keep this pace
Or was the world a different place?Where people stayed home wishing for snow 
Watching three channels on their TV
Look at us now rushin' around
Tryin' to buy Christmas peace

I need a silent night A holy night
To hear an angel voice Through the chaos and the noise
I need a midnight clear A little peace right here
To end this crazy day With a silent night

What was it like back there in Bethlehem
With peace on earth, good will toward men?

Every shepherd's out in the field
Keeping watch over their flock by night
And the glory of the Lord shone around them
And they were so afraid
And the angels said "Fear not for behold I bring you good news Of a great joy that shall be for all people
For unto you is born this day a Savior Who is Christ the Lord
And his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Prince of Peace"

I need a silent night A holy night
To hear an angel voice Through the chaos and the noise
I need a midnight clear A little peace right here
To end this crazy day With a silent night
To end this crazy day With a silent night -Amy Grant-


Until then... Jessie
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  1. UnknownDecember 20, 2010 at 8:23 PM

    Absolutely love the new background! What a wonderful song.. Amen. We serve an incredible God! Thank you for your encouragement. Hugs back to you and have a truly beautiful and wonderful Christmas. <3

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