What sweeter music can we bring
than a carol for to sing
the birth of this our heavenly king?
Awake the voice, awake the string!
Dark and dull nights fly hence away
and give the honor to this day
that sees December turned to May.
Why does the chilling winter's morn
smile like a field beset with corn
or smell like a meadow newly shourn.
Thus on the sudden, come and see.
The cause why things such fragrant be.
Tis' he is born who's quickening birth
gives life and luster, public mirth,
to heaven and below on earth.
We see him come and know him ours
who with his sunshine and his showers
turns all the patient ground to flowers.
Turns all the patient ground to flowers.
The darling of the world is come
and fit it is we find a room to welcome him.
The noble part of all the house
here is the heart.
Which we will give him and bequeath,
this holly and this ivy wreath.
To do him honor, who's our king, and lord
of all this reveling.
Grace is a 17 year old girl who is striving to follow God's leading, but would be constantly embracing failure if God didn't just sweep her off her feet, sometimes against her will. Music is her first love and expertise: specifically voice, but also piano. She has been trained classically, which is a good thing, most of the time, except when she wants to sing pop style... and can't. Her favorite genres of music are Celtic, Scottish and Irish folk songs/jigs, film music, and broadway show tunes. Grace also takes pleasure in the beautiful diversions of writing poetry, Ultimate Frisbee, sketching, dancing in the rain, Irish Step Dancing, speech and debate tournaments, scrapbooking, acting, reading, photography, standing outside at night while the wind whips the trees every which way, and talking about herself in the third person. Home My Profile Archives RSS Feed
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