Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time. ~Laura Ingalls Wilder
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RAOK: Hold the door open for people at church, smile and tell them “welcome”.
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When Love Was Born
One Voice Children’s Choir
Video
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_FeV9_XExSg&list=PLoOowgBMKI0adb8a1JM95fkCPt4hdogv2
Starlight shines, the night is still
Shepherds watch from a hill
I close my eyes, see the night
When love was born
Perfect child gently waits
A mother bends to kiss God's face
I close my eyes, see the night
When love was born
Angels fill the midnight sky, they sing
Hallelujah, He is Christ, our King
Emmanuel, Emmanuel --
He is the prince of peace,
Alleluia, Allelu
Emmanuel, Prince of peace
Loves come down for you and me
Heaven's gift, the holy spark
To let the way inside our hearts
Bethlehem, through your small door
Came the hope we've waited for
The world was changed forevermore
When love was born
I close my eyes, see the night
When love was born
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Good Sabbath, everyone. We keep things simple on Sundays ~~ Marilee
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A Legend
Author unknown
There’s a beautiful legend
That’s never been told
It may have been known
To the Wise Men of old
How three little children
Came early at dawn,
With hearts that were sad,
To where Jesus was born.
One could not see,
One was too lame to play,
While the other, a mute,
Not a word could he say.
Yet, led by His star,
They came there to peep
At the little Lord Jesus
With eyes closed in sleep.
But how could the Christ child,
So lovely and fair,
Not waken and smile
When he heard their glad prayer
Of hope at His coming,
Of faith in His birth,
Of praise at His bringing
God’s peace to the earth?
And then, as the light
Softly came through the door,
The lad that was lame
Stood upright once more.
The boy that was mute
Started sweetly to sing,
While the child that was blind,
Looked with joy on the King!
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