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Behold the Christ child is born this day, just as the prophets of old did say. In a manger on the cozy hay did his infant Lordship choose to stay. No cradle by a thousand kings paid for, would befit his divine highness whose crown is celestial and priceless, glowing with gems of regal brightness. Yet in a manger so low he laid. Behold the Christ child, God's timeless gift, who will from sin's merciless bondage lift men to heights from where they went adrift from God's intended realm in Eden. His birth in yuletide our lives sweeten with lit golden marbles to lighten dark alleys which were once stress ridden.

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Date: 1/15/2018 2:23:00 PM
Christmas, a season that is always with us!
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