What a wondrous gift, on that still night, So long ago and far out of sight Did come to a couple, so young and so poor a little boy child -- who’d be called the Savior. They made their way to the shelter provided Set themselves up, in the stable that sided The food and the stalls where animals rest As yet unknowing, their boy child was blest. Was it the star, that awoke Mary’s heart To the holy night, of which she’s a part Of the unfolding story of God’s infinite love; Did she recognize His coo-ing as a voice from above? Or maybe it was Joseph, when the first shepherds came Who knew that from thence, everything would change; For the baby still whaling his loud borning cry; Was the baby Who willingly came forth to die. A legion of angels surrounded that stable; Guarded this family as best they were able. Though not even angels could understand What was to unfold as God, became man. Did the earth tremble? Was there a quake? When God came that night, born for our sake? In the spirits of...
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