And I rejoice at the gift of a moment, passing, fleeting, but noticed and honored by thanksgiving to my Father, the giver of every good gift.
Yet I ache for those who long for this gift, childless mothers and motherless children who don't even know to long for this, the beauty of family and light and love. All my rejoicings now are tinted with ache at the brokenness and I cry "Come, Lord Jesus!" Come, and place the orphans and widows in homes of love as You have for me!
Truly He taught us to love one another;
His law is love and His gospel is peace;
Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother,
And in His name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name;
Christ is the Lord,
Oh, praise His name forever!
--From O Holy Night