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Kangaroo Korner from Mary Lee

posted Oct 8, 2013, 4:11 PM by Bowmansville UMC

God's Blessings to you again, dear friends.  I sincerely hope you

enjoyed last month's installment.  Our story continues from the

excerpted writings of Paul O'Neill for the Trans Siberian Orchestra.


Chapter 2--The Angel is Inspired

He heard melodies from massive orchestras and in the voices of single

soldiers alone at their post.  And any place where he heard these

songs, he found hope in the hearts of men.


   In the middle of a forest there's a clearing by a stream,

   Where a mother holds her newborn and the Child begins to dream.

   And He dreams of hopes unspoken when the tears of man will cease.

   And His mother holds Him closer, for He is the Prince of Peace.


   And the moon is looking downward, casting shadows through the trees,

   And the stars are shining brighter as they whisper what they see;

   How the emperor and the pauper with the lion and the lamb

   Kneel down before the Infant, for His peace they understand.


   Hark the herald angels sing glory to the newborn King.

   Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled.

   Glory all ye nations rise; join the triumph of the skies.

   With the heavenly host proclaim: 'Christ is born in Bethlehem!'

   Hark, the herald angels sing glory to the newborn King.


   Let the bells ring out these tidings, let it echo across the land

   That a King is born in Bethlehem, and His kingdom is at hand.

   Let the world rejoice together as it looks upon the stars,

   Knowing every man's our brother and that every child is ours.


Next, the angel heard: 'Joy to the world, the Lord has come.  Let earth

receive her King.' 


   Now, it was long ago when it all began, back in Bethlehem in the

Promised Land;

   When a single star appeared in the sky,

   And three kings saw, and they each asked: 'Why?'

   Then they checked the books full of prophecy,

   And the one king said: 'Why, it's plain to me--

   You see, it means a King is born

   Who will save mankind, on this blessed morn.'

   So they packed some gold, myrrh and frankincense

   On some old camels, with some fancy tents.

   Closed down the house, set the servants free,

   And three kings rode into history.


Grasping a song out of the air, he held it in his hand (angels are able

to do this) and thought that maybe, these songs could be the one thing

that best represented Christmas.  They seemed to give voice to man's

greatest joys as well as hope to those deepest in despair.  But though

at first glance it appeared to be the answer he sought, his heart told

him that this music alone was not enough.  There had to be something

more.  So he continued his flight through the night..."


Next Time:  The Angel and the Father


Love to you always,  Mary