Winter falls upon us, winds of cold blow,

Leaves have fallen from the now naked

Trees.

Thoughts of miracles are a snow falling

Dream,

Angels dance in the sky and comfort

The night.

Musical sound echoes from heaven,

The strumming of harps, harps of

Heaven.

Above the clouds, beyond the

Sparkling stars,

Where there is no cold, no sorrow

Day to day.

Play those harps, let the beauty of

Peace be heard,

Let the spirits rejoice as eternal

Life is beautiful.

Upon us are worldly pleasures,

Listen for the harps of heaven.

Keith Garrett