When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the king and princes are home,
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 all,
To make music in the
heart.
PS: someone asked about this picture, it is my photograph. i always give credit if if not my original work.....until i forget due to my advanced age:)
PS: someone asked about this picture, it is my photograph. i always give credit if if not my original work.....until i forget due to my advanced age:)