When the song of the angels is stilled, when the star in the sky is gone,
When the sages and the shepherds have found their way home,
The work of Christmas is begun:
To find the lost and lonely one, to heal the broken soul with love,
To feed the hungry children with warmth and good food,
To feel the earth below, the sky above!
To free the prisoner from all chains, to make the powerful care,
To rebuild the nations with strength of good will,
To see all God’s children everywhere!
To bring hope to every task you do, to dance at a baby’s new birth,
To make music in an old person’s heart,
And sing to the colors of the earth!
“I Am the Light of the World” – J. Strathee, in response to a Christmas poem by H. Thurman