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Christmas First

The world was but a cradle,
When the infant child was born.
Nothing but a manger,
For which to keep him warm.

The angels’ chorus sang,
There was frankincense and myrrh.
But not a sound he made,
This child, with heart so pure.

No mortal man could see,
As the star shone down so bright.
How this small defenseless babe,
Would fill the world with light.

For on that peaceful night,
God sent his only son.
That one day he’d be a man,
Eternal life would come.

So let us now rejoice,
Our souls through him redeemed.
Remember not the presents,
But what Christmas truly means…

By Geoffrey Caldwell

The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined…
For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.
~ Isaiah 9:2, 6

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