Glory to God in the highest

The star-filled sky shined with glory

and we rode through the night...

What we will say will not be a story

and there they sat around a campsite. 

They were tired, hungry and marginalized, 

We came from out of the darkness...

and they were wide-eyed and demoralized,

We lifted our voices to show we were harmless. 

Glory to God in the highest we cried, 

and on earth peace among those with whom he is, pleased! 

We pointed to the town where he will be born...

and into the darkness, we messengers did leave. 

And the men who tendered the sheep

had hope in their heart for their guide,

as they entered, the spirit of God was asleep,

but awoke when the poor were fully inside!