This is a difficult time of year for many who have been left disappointed by a dark world. Join us this week for a message of hope, joy and peace.
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!
- Taken from “It came Upon a Midnight Clear” 1849