In this season of bleak sun and chilling wind a voice of infinite warmth and tenderness is heard: "I shall comfort my people." It is God come to us in splendid mercy, in human form. Let God gather you as a shepherd sweeps up a lamb into his arms.
There, rest in joy.
Let us worship the good Shepherd who gathers us unto himself.
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