ANDREW BLAKEMORE (01/01/1966 / ALDRIDGE)

That night was silent and so still
When through the hush a newborn cry,
Above a lonely stable bare
A star was shining in the sky.

The news spread through the hillside
The wise men travelled from afar,
Bearing gifts they came to him
Whilst guided by that wondrous star.

For in Bethlehem Lord Jesus lay
Within a tiny bed of straw,
From humble dwellings he would rise
To live in hearts for evermore.

That night was silent and so still
When peace descended on the earth,
All praised his name and all rejoiced
And glorified their Saviour's birth