Breaking the Sky Wide Open

Christmas morning coming down; Snow lay on the ground.

Shepherds in the moonlight keeping their sheep; 

Some stand watch–others get sleep.

Circle the flock, take another count,

Lean on the crook, listen for a sound,

Looking out for the thief, the wolf and the lion. 

Someone said, “I hear a baby crying”

Then the night caught fire with a flash and a glare

Clear as the sun there were angels in the air

Angels in the air breaking the sky wide open, 

Shining in the air breaking the sky wide open

Hanging in the air breaking the sky wide open,

Angels in the air breaking the sky wide open

Christmas morning coming  ‘round strangers in the town

Out of the East they have come so far–

Wise of the moon, wise of the star

Wise of the ancient dusty scroll 

Wandering the desert like superstitious fools

Said they king ”Pray tell me what you’re looking for, 

”Why sir,” they said, ”The little King of course”

This frankincense, this myrrh, this gold for the babe of heaven: oldest of the old

There’s a star out there breaking the sky wide open.

Maybe it’s a moon but it’s breaking the sky wide open.

Hanging in the air breaking the sky wide open,

There’s a star out there breaking the sky wide open”

Christmas morning, won’t be long now.

Joseph, help our Lady down.

Hotel manager doing his best– 

Hands full of trouble and a house full of guests,

“I’d love to help. I would if I were able… 

But wait a minute now, I got a stall in the stable.”

When they all settled in to the quiet of the night

He went out with some food and a little more light.

A moment later reappeared, 

Said to the wife as he wiped away the tears,

“There’s a baby out there breaking the sky wide open.

A little lamb out there breaking the sky wide open–

Just a little piece if heaven breaking the sky wide open.

There’s a baby out there breaking the sky wide open.”

Not long from now–and I can’t say how–the noonday will turn black.

The earth will shake Mama’s heart will break and the curtain will be bulled back.

The guard with the heart tired and hard will plant his knees in the dirt.

Aquiver from the lip to the fingertip He will point to the hill and blurt out,

“There’s a Carpenter up there and He’s breaking the sky wide open.

Lifting up His hands breaking the sky wide open. 

Hanging in the air breaking the sky wide open.

God’s baby up there is breaking the sky wide open”

Mary’s baby up there is breaking the sky wide open.

There’s a baby out there breaking the sky wide open.

There’s a baby out there.

©Quill2003