Sing in Exultation

As I was eating breakfast this morning, this sky happened.

Of course my phone couldn't capture just how pink and orange and bright the sky really was.

Little tiny snowflakes were falling as well.

I'm not sure why but the phrase from an old familiar Christmas song popped into my head,

"Sing choirs of angels, 

sing in exultation."

If color could be a song, this is what it would look like.

And choirs of angels would definitely be singing it.

I looked up what exultation meant and it is

"lively or triumphant joy, as over success or victory."

Not a bad way to start a morning.

1. O, Come, All Ye Faithful
   
   
   1. Oh, come, all ye faithful,
   Joyful and triumphant!
   Oh, come ye, oh come ye to Bethlehem.
   Come and behold him,
   Born the King of angels;
2. Oh, come, let us adore him;
   Oh, come, let us adore him;
   Oh, come, let us adore him,
   Christ, the Lord.
3. 2. — Sing, choirs of angels,
   Sing in exultation;
   — Sing, all ye citizens of heav’n above!
   Glory to God,
   Glory in the highest;
4. Oh, come, let us adore him;
   Oh, come, let us adore him;
   Oh, come, let us adore him,
   Christ, the Lord.
5. 3. — Yea, Lord, we greet thee,
   Born this happy morning;
   — Jesus, to thee be all glory giv’n.
   Son of the Father,
   Now in flesh appearing;
6. Oh, come, let us adore him;
   Oh, come, let us adore him;
   Oh, come, let us adore him,
   Christ, the Lord.
7. Text: Attr. to John F. Wade, ca. 1711–1786; trans. by Frederick Oakeley, 1802–1880
   Music: Attr. to John F. Wade