Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!
Christ, the Saviour is born
Christ, the Saviour is born
Silent night, holy night
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
This by far is my favorite Christmas song. However, I do have an issue with it. I don't believe it was a silent night. I believe the angel's were having a party. Not some office party where everyone stands around with a cocktail chatting quietly, but a loud rock and roll party where there was true celebration. A celebration like none other.
Hope and salvation had arrived in a small package. This calls for a party that wasn't quiet, wasn't subdued, wasn't held under close wraps, or a party that was silent. This called for a party of a raucous nature, a party that will continue to the end of time, a party not to be forgotten, a party to be heard. I would love to hear what the shepherds heard, the singing, the joy, the shouting, the celebration. On earth it may have been silent, calm, quiet, and subdued. But in heaven, in our future home, it was a party and a loud one I'm sure.
Yet, beside that little tidbit of dissension, it is my favorite. Of all the Christmas songs and carols it is the one I long to hear.
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!
Christ, the Saviour is born
Christ, the Saviour is born
Silent night, holy night
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
This by far is my favorite Christmas song. However, I do have an issue with it. I don't believe it was a silent night. I believe the angel's were having a party. Not some office party where everyone stands around with a cocktail chatting quietly, but a loud rock and roll party where there was true celebration. A celebration like none other.
Hope and salvation had arrived in a small package. This calls for a party that wasn't quiet, wasn't subdued, wasn't held under close wraps, or a party that was silent. This called for a party of a raucous nature, a party that will continue to the end of time, a party not to be forgotten, a party to be heard. I would love to hear what the shepherds heard, the singing, the joy, the shouting, the celebration. On earth it may have been silent, calm, quiet, and subdued. But in heaven, in our future home, it was a party and a loud one I'm sure.
Yet, beside that little tidbit of dissension, it is my favorite. Of all the Christmas songs and carols it is the one I long to hear.
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