A Tale Oft Retold
The glorious Christmas music
Rings out all o'er the earth,
Proclaiming and exulting in
The precious Savior's birth.
In every language, every mode
The Christmas tale is told
And it is just as new to some
As in those days of old.
Each year our pastor takes a rest
And lets the children tell
The story of the Baby's birth.
Small voices tell it well.
The little children in their robes
Sing of the Heavenly King
As did the angels long ago
The happy tidings bring.
My flagging Christmas spirit
Has been refreshed today,
By the singing of the children in
Their little Christmas play.
By: Joyce Dec. 06
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