O where does this sound, this note, come from –
This song in the air tonight?
Did it slip from heaven, tumble on,
Escape angels singing on high?

O where does this light, this hope have its home,
This spark that fills night before dawn?
Did it travel through space? Can light travel alone,
Break through from God’s holy throne?

O who is this child in earth’s cradle asleep,
This peace in our sorrow and dread,
Mystery incarnate of love so deep,
This payment for every debt?

O what might I bring and may I provide,
That could add to song and light?
I have nothing to offer, but that I abide
And decide that His home shall be mine!

The Shepherds and the Angels

And in the same region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with great fear. And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.” And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying,
“Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!”

(Poem and Picture by Heidi Viars, ©2025, Scripture taken from the ESV)