glory to god in the highest - downhere

On hillsides of moonlight and shooting stars,
Shepherds keep the late watch on a crisp blue night,
Suddenly the darkness, breaks with full day light,
With hosts of heavens angels filling the sky.
"Glory to God, in the highest! now here in Bethlehem,
Glory to God in the highest! the Child who will save all men!"
Rushing to the city, sandal slipping cobblestone,
Find they in the great story, for centuries we've now known,
Pouring out with wonder, the shepherds step outside,
and lift worn hands to heaven singing aloud...
"Glory to God, in the highest! now here in Bethlehem,
Glory to God in the highest! the Child who will save all men!"
Now until He returns, remember this time;
When least of men where given the greatest of light,
That God chose not to glory in wealth, power, fame..
but with the simple and the small he came.
"Glory to God, in the highest! now here in Bethlehem,
Glory to God in the highest! the Child who will save all men!"