Dew sprinkles the fields
Frosting them with icy crystals
Mighty beasts creep across the plain
Crackling blades of frozen grass underfoot
Donkeys snort against the chill
Breath becomes a cloud
Rising over the black horizon
A bright shining star lights the way
Watching and waiting for some place to rest
Soon, they whisper, soon
Huddled and cold they arrive at a door
Closed against their cries
When, they wonder in dismay
Soon, they whisper, soon
“Psst, come here”
They turn and move on
How long they ask
Soon, the voice whispers, soon
The journey ended and began
In that rickety barn
Harboured with the beasts
Lowing them to sleep
Rest now
Soon, very soon
Candlelight flickers in the breeze
Reminding them of the fragile night
She whispers to him
It’s time, it’s time
In the darkness
Came another light
He whispers to her
Jesus, Jesus
Shh, listen
Do you hear the whispers of yesteryear?
Traveling on your journey
Do you see the bright shining star?
What about the door
Is it closed against your cries?
Look around
Are you huddled in a rickety barn with the mighty beasts?
It’s time
It’s time
Light will shine
In your fragile night
He whispers oh so gently
It’s time, it’s time
Time for what you whisper back
Time for Me, time for Me
Darkness fades away
The sun warms the barn
Icy crystals melt
Lilies grow in the field
Listen again, He whispers
It’s time, it’s time