Hear the angels sing. . .

Sunday at First United Methodist Church in Marshall we sang "It Came Upon the Midnight Clear".
In the third verse, a line reads "O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing. . ."    We returned last week after almost a month in El Paso while Carrie recovered from surgery, then went to Tucson to see Richard's brother Bob and his wife Cindy who are in a lovely assisted living facility now.   Then we headed back to Missouri - a 1300 mile trip on "a weary road".   Just got back in time to be hit with the crush of Christmas activities.     At church Sunday,  I felt that I did hear the angels sing:   the bell choir, a flute and organ duet, vocal solos. . . refreshing to the soul.