When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the shepherds are back with their flock,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among brothers and sisters,
To make music in the heart.
—Howard Thurman
Ah, the work of Christmas, indeed.>Welcome to RevGalBlogPals!
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Happy New Year!>>And I love the poem.
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Welcome to the Revgals. When I saw the big city I thought ahha! another New Yorker, but alas-Chicago.
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Welcome to the Revgals! I am enjoying your blog, and that is a great poem.
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Welcome to the RevGalBlogPals. >I love that poem, heard a sermon preached on it this las Sunday. >Blessings on your new year.
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Just dropped by to say welcome to revgals. Look forward to reading more from your blog.
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