For fifty weeks so far this year
Through days both bright and tearful
We’ve tended to our duties
Though we all, at times, were fearful
We tried to read the tea leaves
And to do our best surmising
And yet each headline brought some news
We all might call surprising
We tuned in every morning
To find out what someone said
With just an ounce of hopefulness
And twenty cups of dread
We’ve handled every challenge
That upset the ways we’re working
By doing things for safety
Since we know the wolf is lurking
And though we’ve had some setbacks
We won’t give up the fight
Because we hear the message
When we listen in the night
For to a needy people
In a time the world was broken
“Fear not” became the greeting
And the first, by angels, spoken
And though, unlike those shepherds
We are not in fields, abiding
If we’re calm and willing
We can hear the joyful tiding
Unto us and all the world
A Savior has been granted
The seeds of peace and sinlessness
Have by, our God, been planted
Rejoice ye humble shepherds
And ye Kings of Persia too
The message of salvation rings
For every one of you
So, if what else you’re hearing
Leaves your heart and soul in tatters
Embrace that angel greeting
It’s the only news that matters
