When the song of the angels is stilled, when the star in the sky is gone
When the kings and princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flocks,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To fix the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To make peace among the people,
To make music in the heart.
-Howard Thurman
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