In the stillness of these festive streets
Light our hearts
Tear down this tinsel
Light our hearts
In the stillness of that stable
You let your glory shine
In the business of our lives
We cover your glory with our stubborn wills
Our busy lives, and weary souls
Still our hearts
In the stillness of Gethsemane
The disciples slept, as their cup
Was past to another
May my tears flow
May tears stain my silent heart
In the silence of my heart
Melt away my fears
Light my timid heart
To burn for you
In this silent weary world.
March 2003
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