This morning in church, we sang the classic carol “It Came Upon A Midnight Clear”. The lyrics of the third verse stirred my soul:
O ye beneath life’s crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.
For those of us bent under the cross of life’s crushing load, the last verse reminds us of this promise:
For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever-circling years
Shall come the time foretold,
When the new heaven and earth shall own
The Prince of Peace, their King,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.
We look forward to the return of our Lord Jesus Christ and the promise of the new heaven and earth, where there will be no more tears!
Lately the flow of words to and from my spirit has slowed. I’ve tried to write a few things, but nothing quite seems to come together like before. So, I pause and wait to see if the flow will pick up again.