Gently into the night voices ring out in glory to God, sitting
here in a church, watching an adorable little girl of one get-
ting up, dancing, spinning in circles, joy filling every feature
of her happy face.
Now having fallen down, dizzy, not being perturbed, waiting for
a moment then getting right back up doing it again, repeating
a word of the song being sung off and on, cute, adorable child
of God, totally precious.
Rejoicing and enjoying being a part of the Christmas celebration
tonight, what a wonderful spiritual innocence is now flowing
from this little girl of one.
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