In the cradle of dawn a child is born. Beneath a star of brilliant white, so clear, heavenly angels whisper hope is here. O holy night the world made new, through Jesus Christ the light that pierced the blue. Weary hearts past and present, rest in his truth. Christmas speaks of love profound where his life was a mercy for mankinds sins. Gods gift of love divine.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2024 December
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