Thursday, December 24, 2009

Christmas

Just because Christmas becomes so many other things, a reminder of why we celebrate. Lyrics to A Labor of Love, by Andrew Peterson.

It was not a silent night
There was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry
In the alleyways that night
On the streets of David's town

And the stable was not clean
And the cobblestones were cold
And little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
Had no mother's hand to hold

It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the dark
With every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love

Noble Joseph at her side
Callused hands and weary eyes
There were no midwives to be found
In the streets of David's town
In the middle of the night

So he held her and he prayed
Shafts of moonlight on his face
But the baby in her womb
He was the maker of the moon
He was the Author of the faith
That could make the mountains move

It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the dark
With every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love
For little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
It was a labor of love

Merry Christmas dear ones. In a little town called Bethlehem, the hopes and fears of all the years are met tonight. May our weary world rejoice, for He appeared, and the soul felt it's worth. He is the Prince of Peace, Might God, Holy One, Emmanuel. And He was born a babe on this holy night.

1 comment:

Linda Z said...

Beautiful lyrics, Colleen. I love how music speaks to you... thanks for sharing this. :)

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