Written by Lise Caldwell
O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine! O night when Christ was born
O night divine! O night, O night divine!
What a picture of transformation. From pining to rejoicing. Oh, how we still pine in our sin and error–stuffing ourselves with that which can never give us a sense of the true worth of our souls, and wondering why it does not satisfy. What Christ’s birth (and life, and death, and resurrection) offers you is nothing short of miraculous–divine, indeed. Christ is the morning, the break of dawn in the dark night of your soul. In your weariness, rejoice, “for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.” As you remember that holy night–“the night when Christ was born”–fall on your knees. Worship Him who came to us in our darkness, and leads us into his marvelous light.