Still, Holy Night
The world stood still,
and a star hung low,
The night Jesus came to Earth
Born in a stable-
wrapped in swaddling clothes,
with Angels announcing His birth.
Mary held him close-
treasured her time with him,
for He was not hers alone.
He came into the world to seek
and save lost men.
She knew that soon He’d be gone.
Bethlehem’s treasure for a time,
With the world waiting outside the door.
Mary held him, loved him, and pondered.
Her life was never the same as before.
Still, Holy Night,
Stars shining bright.
Greatest wonder of all the Earth,
When our Saviour came down
to dwell among men- He came down
to give us a glorious new birth.
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