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It was like smooth operating tools
of a well-oiled machine that was 
providentially placed in motion.

Like the birthing of a one-act play,
The curtains of God opened wide
for all the world to see.

The time had fully come,
and the stage was set.
The time had arrived for each
participant to play their role.
The greatest secret was to be
revealed in a very small town.

The A N G E L S broke the headline news to
SHEPHERDS who became good news carriers.
A special S T A R was on time shinning
the light and guiding every step of the
W I S E M E N whose role was to give,
to worship, and to take their exit.

There was an evil-eyed K I N G ever-ready
to destroy anything or anybody posing a
threat to his kingdom. The S C R I B E S,
steeped in knowledge and understanding
of the Scriptures, became revealers of
eternal trues. The I N N K E E P E R
would be forever remembered as one
unable to provide or create room for
the birth of our savior. Were this a play,
the curtains would now close on Act 1 of a
never-ending story about the King of Kings.

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