December's Fire
December's fire and still yet cold
What distance from the crackling gold
How lovely it is, to behold
Though I watch it from abroad
And ask, can I believe in God?
That I might bask where angels trod
Or will that light...
What distance from the crackling gold
How lovely it is, to behold
Though I watch it from abroad
And ask, can I believe in God?
That I might bask where angels trod
Or will that light...