What an image! I sat at our keyboard and read them again from the hymnbook perched on top. I had been trying to play through the song (funny how that used to come so easily ::sigh::) and stopped as the words began to come alive. I’ve sung this song a thousand times and never really thought about the picture that was being painted. A town asleep after a bustling day, the sun long gone and the darkness deep, a baby’s first cries echoing. That baby being the light of the world, the hope of our salvation.
Last Christmas I stood next to my family and sang carols at their church. Singing with my family wells up so many precious memories that I was more croaking than singing. The tears came.
The choir swayed and smiled and sang their hearts out, the band gently playing. The advent candles were lit by a family from the church and the dad read the portion of Scripture. My heart ached. The choir director asked us to sing another song, one that I had up-until-then relegated to Celine Dion and Mariah Carey territory only (aka, you need to be able to sang to sing this song…no squeaking allowed.) But we stood and the music began and our voices rang out the life-giving words:
‘Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth
Had I ever seen this lyric before? The soul felt its worth at the coming of Christ. All the emptiness was filled, all the hopes were met, the purpose and meaning was found.
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Pull out an old hymnal or google Christmas hymns like Silent Night, O Come All Ye Faithful, and O Holy Night. Take some time to read the lyrics and sing those songs today.
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