This beautiful song describes the birth of the soul in our inner, before that the soul had hovered above the body, preparing the body to be ready to contain the soul.
Our inner fights are between the body, with the ego as the old master, and the soul with our I as the new master.
The soul is kind of taming the body, like a rider taming a horse, trying to convince the body that it will be better of with the soul as companion than without.
The soul tame with love as this is the only way that soul and body can come to trust each other unconditionally.
We experience up through life that our consciousness raise from the ego to the I, and sometimes it feels like an elevator moving up and down between darkness in solar plexus to the light in the heart.
The gods died in the outer world. With the death of Krishna the world became dark, and in the following Kali Yuga we couldn’t see the gods any longer also sumbolized by Odin losing one eye when receiving the Runes, the words. Ragnarok, as described through Odin, was the end of the outer gods, confirmed by Buddha and Elijah who told and showed that the gods who had wandered the Earth had disappeared.
With Christ the gods died in the outer world, all the rules they had told humanity was replaces by two. Love your spiritual father, follow his words in your inner, your conscience, the words of the soul. And love your next as yourself. With these two laws you don’t need more laws. With time you stop hearing your conscience as a separate voice, you have become one with the conscience.
Martin Luther: FROM HEAVEN ABOVE TO EARTH I COME
“Luther, though a rebel, was no Puritan, and was a passionate lover of music and folk-poetry. “I would fain,” he said, “see all arts, especially music, in the service of Him who has given and created them.”
Kindly, a lover of children, he had a deep feeling for the festival of Christmas; and in 1534 he wrote for his children (including his little son Hans) one of the most delightful and touching of all Christmas hymns — “Vom Himmel hoch, da komm ich her.”
According to Clement A. Miles, its first verse was adapted from a secular song; its melody may, perhaps, have been composed by Luther himself.
The complete translation by Catherine Winkworth
And the angel said unto them,
Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy,
which shall be to all people..
1. “From heaven above to earth I come
To bear good news to every home;
Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
Whereof I now will say and sing:
2. “To you this night is born a child
Of Mary, chosen virgin mild;
This little child, of lowly birth,
Shall be the joy of all the earth.
3. “This is the Christ, our God and Lord,
Who in all need shall aid afford;
He will Himself your Savior be
From all your sins to set you free.
4. “He will on you the gifts bestow
Prepared by God for all below,
That in His kingdom, bright and fair,
You may with us His glory share.
5. “These are the tokens ye shall mark:
The swaddling-clothes and manger dark;
There ye shall find the Infant laid
By whom the heavens and earth were made.”
6. Now let us all with gladsome cheer
Go with the shepherds and draw near
To see the precious gift of God,
Who hath His own dear Son bestowed.
7. Give heed, my heart, lift up thine eyes!
What is it in yon manger lies?
Who is this child, so young and fair?
The blessed Christ-child lieth there.
8. Welcome to earth, Thou noble Guest,
Through whom the sinful world is blest!
Thou com’st to share my misery;
What thanks shall I return to Thee?
9. Ah, Lord, who hast created all,
How weak art Thou, how poor and small,
That Thou dost choose Thine infant bed
Where humble cattle lately fed!
10. Were earth a thousand times as fair,
Beset with gold and jewels rare,
It yet were far too poor to be
A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee.
11. For velvets soft and silken stuff
Thou hast but hay and straw so rough,
Whereon Thou, King, so rich and great,
As ’twere Thy heaven, art throned in state.
12. And thus, dear Lord, it pleaseth Thee
To make this truth quite plain to me,
That all the world’s wealth, honor, might,
Are naught and worthless in Thy sight.
13. Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child,
Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled,
Within my heart, that it may be
A quiet chamber kept for Thee.
14. My heart for very joy doth leap,
My lips no more can silence keep;
I, too, must sing with joyful tongue
That sweetest ancient cradle-song:
15. Glory to God in highest heaven,
Who unto us His Son hath given!
While angels sing with pious mirth
A glad new year to all the earth.