Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Risen with healing in his wings,
Light and life to all he brings,
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness
Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace.
Hark the heraId angels sing
Glory to the newborn King.
Yesterday was a crazy day, starting with a visit to Walmart early in the morning, a day at work, a stop at the hectic grocery store on the way home and a Christmas party at an upscale local restaurant in the evening. No matter how hard I try, there is always a last minute rush before Christmas Day to complete some essential chores before the stores are closed. I went into the washroom before we left the restaurant and it was empty and quiet except for the recorded soundtrack of seasonal music coming through the speakers. A pop diva's rendition of Hark the Herald Angels Sing was playing and she was singing the verse above. I stood there and contemplated the meaning of the words. God's voice was there in an unlikely place at the end of a day where I had hardly given a thought to the light and life he brings. The effects of commercialism and obligations of the day were gone and those words stayed with me through the night and into the new day. May God bring light and life to you this day.
Merry Christmas to all!
Top Photo: 1986, Christmas pageant