And in quiet contemplation You will hear my spirit’s voice Blowing on your soul like summer breeze My words will fall in silence But you will know their touch As gentle as the dew upon the leaves.
Listen can you hear the angels sing Listen can you hear the angels sing Rejoicing as each child is redeemed.
But if you do not listen If you do not hear The ones that I am calling will be lost And you will know the burden Of a silent generation Whose sacrifice was worthless, without cost.
