You’d expect to hear sleigh bells through the snow and the children of good cheer. But on the wondrous night there shined a lonesome star that caught the shepherd’s eyes. It was on that night not too long ago a testament of love was born.

And I think it safe to say the shepherds knew not who He was until they looked upon his face. His name is Jesus, perfect son of man. His name is Jesus, savior of the world.

Developed in a womb, born in humbleness, now our precious royal groom, He lived a selfless life proclaimed to all the truth and paid a costly price. And do you think his closest followers would stand and call to Him during His sentencing. At the cross a scandalous love took its place and three days later He rose from the grave.

His name is Jesus, king and our true friend. His name is Jesus, sacrificial lamb. His name is Jesus, redeemed us by His blood. His name is Jesus, the joy in all our days. Angels we have heard on high, sweetly singing o’er the plains and the mountains in reply, echoing their joyous strains. Gloria in excelsis Deo.