And everything in the world went on and then a baby was born.

A baby to save the ones who were his own creation.
Why don't we remember this every day?
Merry Christmas

"When we draw near to Him in the breaking of the bread, the hearing of the Word, the searching of the Scriptures, prayer, or praise, we find any form of approach to Him to be the return of peace to our spirits."
Evening by Evening//Charles Spurgeon

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!

No hungry getnerations tread thee down;

The voice I hear this passing night was heard

In ancient days by emperor and clown:

Perhaps the self-same song that found a path

Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,

She stood in tears amid the alien corn;

The same that oft-times hath

Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam

Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Ode to a Nightingale//John Keats

Do you hear the people sing
Singing the songs of angry men
It's the music of the people who won't be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drum
There's a life about to start when tomorrow comes