Christmas Moon - Brooke Waggoner

Beams of night light from our Christmas moon

Offer snow shine and red light blooms

And a glitter haze on a hilltop far away

Makes this cold, cold eve a warm holiday

But take me into your world

And shake me, and shape me into pearls

And oh, that face pressed to this palm of mine

Soft and dear and oh so kind

Lilting choirs sing all their carol tunes

Love transpires under the Christmas moon

And couples sleep hand in hand, eyes wide

For the morning will draw near with God on their side

But take me into your world

And shake me, and shape me into pearls

And oh, that face pressed to this palm of mine

Soft and dear and oh so kind

Soft and dear and all right