The manger is empty,
But my heart is full
Of sin and sorrow and all my own ways
that gather like dust on freshly wiped tables.
And although my view is low of what I can accomplish,
I'd like to smack a few pillows this Season -- you know, open the windows for fresh air.
I think I'll take out the trash in the evening and linger while the sun sets.
Oh, and I can't forget to bring in fresh hay.
I can't forget the hay.
Come, Thou Long Expected Jesus
Come, Thou long expected Jesus
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel's Strength and Consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art;
Dear Desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
Born Thy people to deliver,
Born a child and yet a King,
Born to reign in us forever,
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.
By Thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.
Words: Charles Wesley