Christmas Is-

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The sweetest carol ever sung

Proclaimed my Saviour's birth,

As hosts of angels hovered o'er

The Lord of Heaven and earth.

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It matters not the month He came,

Nor yet the day nor hour;

The glorious truth is that this babe

Was God in all His power.

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I cannot comprehend, I'm sure,

That mother's pondered thought,

As she in silence gazed upon

This Son her labour brought.

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And then a song burst from her heart

In praise to God above

That of all maidens He chose her

To bear this Son of love.

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There is no voice of mortal tongue

That can express the joy

That then was show'red upon the world

In that wee Baby Boy.

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But baby boys will soon grow up,

And hers was no exception.

As years flew by she was amazed

At His all-wise perception.

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How sacrilegious seems to be

This crass commercial din

The world has stooped to thus employ

To honour such a King!

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The love of God for sinful man-

Oh, hear the clarion call!

Gift giving's but a symbol of

The greatest Gift of all!

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In silence let me bow my knees

And bare my heart to Heaven

To say I want no other gift

Than what to me's been given

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He is my King! My holy King!

I'm in His family.

Yet I'm a princess of no worth

Beyond His love for me.

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This fact is such a precious truth,

I've scarcely breath to tell,

That He would go to such great length

To rescue me from Hell.

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No wonder songs and praise break forth;

To Him 'tis more than due!

Tongues cannot find words to proclaim

His love for me-AND you!

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Marea Jones Raley

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Merry Christmas!