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Christmas |
Christmas comes but once a year, time to think of those so dear; to remember with tears, or maybe with smiles, how we walk together along life's miles. A time to thank you for all we share and for your loving tender care; time to thank the Lord above for all the joy and all the love.
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In our dark world God brings light
In our cold world God offers the warmth of His love
In our dying world God brings abundant life
When we are uncertain these truths give us confidence.
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In this dark world God brings life through the Christ-Child He offers His love to the world.
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May the King of Christmas rule our hearts the love of Christmas unite us and the peace of Christmas remain with us now and forever more.
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May the Light of the Christ-Child guide you to the manger the Leading of the Christ-Child keep you safe from danger and the Love of the Christ-Child bid you welcome friend and stranger.
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Jesus has come We seek the Hope that His coming assures we seek the Love that His coming brings we seek the Joy that His coming inspires.
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No Room
no, there isn`t any room for the Son of God to be born
This Child will be the
Wonderful Cousellor, the Mighty God
the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace
and yet…
there`s no room for Him
No room for the Son of God to be born
The Spirit of Wisdom will rest upon Him
the Spirit of Wisdom, the Spirit of Knowledge
and the Fear of the Lord
and yet…
there`s no room for Him
No room for the Son of God to be born
We will despise and reject Him,
for ius He will suffer pain
Because of our sins He will suffer
because of our sins He will die
and yet…
there`s no room for Him
No room for the Son of God to be born.
Is there room
for Him to be born in your heart?
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The Legend of the Poinsettia
On Christmas Eve, long ago,
a poor Mexican girl had no fine present
to give to the Christ-Child.
She was consoled by her cousin, Pedro who said,
“I`m sure that the most humble gift, given in love,
will be acceptable in His eyes.”
So on her way to Midnight Mass she gathered a bouquet
of the most humble weeds.
When she went into the church the people laughed at her gift,
but as she laid the flowers at the feet of the Christ-Child,
there was a miracle.
Her weeds burst into brilliant bloom.
Since then they have been known as
“The Flowers of the Holy Night.”
We call them Poinsettias, after
Dr. J. R. Poinsett who found them in Mexico.
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