December 26
December 26
You Are Here!
Amid morning stars and waning moon,
Our Savior coos.
‘Neath scent of mhyrr and gold’s glittering,
You sleep, Your tiny arms now resting from their blessings.
Little One, now we are in the light of Your love,
Undeserving, only waiting, glowing,
With earth’s father and mother’s marveling,
Amid morning stars and waning moon,
You are here now born to Save.
December 26.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2019
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