Sounds Of Carols Poem by Timber Koleden

Singing through the trees
Wafting midst the lees
Flying ‘bove the gale
And muffled by the hail

Is a sound divine
Twill stand the test of time
The sound of carols sung
By voices old and young

Its rising like the fog
Swept up away from bog
Its soaring up ‘yond skies
Cross the stars doth fly

God hears the praise
That his people raise
For Christ has come to Israel
Our Holy King with men—Emannuel

Past the galaxies it sails
And yon comets that wail
To shining gates of Heaven
Like souls that angels beckon