And ye beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low;
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps so slow:
Look now! For glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing!
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing!
At the end of the song, Sara tags what it was the angels were singing: "Glory Hallelujah, Peace on Earth..." There is something about the tiredness, the weariness that we feel as we toil and labor and go about our days. No matter how much we may enjoy that which we do, there are times where we our in touch with that inner ache that exists simply because of being human between the Fall of man and the final return of the Savior.
The coming of the king into a dirty manger in a cave in Bethlehem was so utterly unexpected. He came to those who were able to admit and connect with that ache, those who were hungry not just for food, but for True Nourishment. His inauguration of the kingdom announced the coming of "glad and golden hours." They are STILL coming swiftly. I pray that you and I will take moments this holiday season to REST beside the weary road, just like the young dirty shepherds who guarded Him, and listen, maybe even join in with the song the angels sing.