One quiet moment, on a star-clustered night,

Two weary travelers knew an end was in sight;

So the soon to be mother, grasped her husband's strong hand,

And paused to remember where the journey began.



Nine months of yearning filled with joy and with pain;

He almost had left her, but then chose to remain

Close by the woman he had not even kissed,

Who would bear him a son that would never be his.



And in one quiet moment, a woman and man

Accepted the part they would have in God's plan;

To give up His glory, and be born as a man.

In one quiet moment. . .



They dreamed of the days they would spend with their son,

Taking walks through the hillsides and watching Him run.

And some days the fingers that had fashioned the stars,

Would reach out to hold them when the walk was too far.



They wrestled with knowing that His life would bring change;

Friends would grow distant, and shun them as strange.

Though they tried not to think it, in their hearts they were sure,

That their baby was destined to die for the world.



And in one quiet moment, a woman and man

Accepted the part they would have in God's plan;

To give up His glory, and be born as a man.

In one quiet moment. . .



One quiet moment they could suddenly hear

Thousands of angels singing so clear;

"Glory to God, His Salvation is near!"

In one quiet moment . . .

In this one quiet moment . . .

One quiet moment.