Angles’ chorus
Original poem
It is dark all around, My room is black like mother earth’s coal. I lie now in my bed To give a few moments of rest to my soul. I shut my eyes, It’s dark, yet darker But soon I hear how it cuts through the night, Their voices become louder yet louder. What is it that I hear? Is the angels’ chorus? Is drawing near, Near to us? Indeed it is, The angels, they sing, Sings for us, Let it loudly ring!