We Are Singing a Song

We Are Singing a Song

by Jeanne Fuller

We are singing a song Lord

Lingering angels join our throng,

With timbrel, lute and horn,

And all the earth sounds the sound

To voice in chorus--

Unto us

All innocence is born.

As the lark rises on vertical line

Defying gravity and time

Wings to meet the day

To praise, to praise,

So celestial music from our throats

Floats upon the shining morn.

Unto us God's son is born.

The crescendo of the melody

Leaps from open hearts

And with the lark

Our song is raised

To praise, to praise.

Upward with the lark of golden wing

And angels lingering

Soars the song of vibrant tone

That glorifies God's own...

Our hymn of joy is raised

We praise, we praise.