Do angels smile in the dark night
as they watch over the sleeping child
guarding, protecting him until light?
The infant, innocent, meek and mild
nestled warm in His snug straw bed
looked at a dancing cherub and smiled.
Forsaken and crucified He bled.
The sky darkened and He was home,
while the angels watched overhead.
Now angels soft and pure as a midnight breeze,
surround Him and smile upon sleeping babies.