When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the kinds and princes are 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 prisoners,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among brothers and sisters,
To make music in the heart.
I've had this for years and don't know who wrote it. Hope you had a lovely holiday!
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