On this Christmas eve morning I was making the bed. It was 7 something in the morning and I glanced up at the window and saw a pink reflection on the side of the barn. I ran for my camera, and my slippers and tore out to the field to capture the sunrise. As I looked at it I nearly cried and I thought . . . was it a morning like this? I cannot imagine how beautiful and majestic the star over Bethlehem must have been but I thank God for this briefest moment of amazing delight. This is the third verse of Hark the Herald Angels Sing.
Hail the heav'n born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Risen with the healing in His wings;
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.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new new-born King!"Charles Wesley 1743
May all of you have a blessed Christmas.Thank you Jesus.