And 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.
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!
For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophet-bards foretold,
When with the ever circling years
Comes round the age of gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.
~from "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear" by Edmund Sears
Come, Thou long-expected Jesus,
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee....
By Thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.
~from "Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus" by Charles Wesley
However this finds your heart, dear Crumble,
may the Lord bless you with incomprehensible joy,
the joy only possible because Christ was born,
Christ has died,
Christ is risen,
and Christ will come again.
Come soon, Lord Jesus!
With prayers of blessing and much affection,
Amore, tinuviel, and the Ebony Dog
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