O Noel, noel the eve is upon us
we stride in open fields with snow,
toward the knave at Christmas.
Tis here we breathe, tis here we seal the fate of
with the zeal of truth and light.
Murmurs in the candlelit dark
all incandescent towards the holy church,
a line of flames in the sky and on the earth.
Holy, holy, hearts on fire
with our mission we retire,
to the home of our beginnings
with the awe struck joy of faith
It is within
as all began and will never end.
Prayerful, hopeful leading us on
we stand united in the form
of one love taught so long ago,
not to die the witnesses know…
but to continue to slake the thirst
of our people who seek the truth.
On the eve of Noel, we carry our flame
and will not let go….
till the end of time and then
we’ll know all the answers.