Where is the Angel?
(The Angel of the Lord)
The windowpane is frosty
Where I gaze out o’er the hill,
And the pines with snow are laden,
And the moonlight seems to spill
O’er the valley, like the star’s light
Which that ancient night did blaze
In the valley where the sheep
Of Palestine did graze.
And I thought of sleepy shepherds
And the fire which they blew
To keep alive the only source
Of warmth and light they knew;
Till the glow of angel myriads
Blazed a path across the sky,
And the flame of hope engulfed them;
Praise to God on high!
Still, I gaze across the valley
To the village lights below
Where other sad hearts nurse the embers
Of their fading, worldly glow.
And I wonder: Where is the angel
To proclaim the great decree?
Then I saw the Father’s finger
Pointing tenderly to me.
The author of this poem is Gayle L. Christner Peterson. She is a cousin to my husband Dave and has graciously allowed me to share this with you. Gayle has four daughters, one son, and a precious granddaughter born this year.