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Mary's Baby

To Bethlehem a virgin came-- A pilgrim and a stranger, 'Twas here she bore a baby boy, And laid Him in a manger. While shepherds watched their flocks by night, In nearby fields abiding, A host of the Heaven's angels came, To sing the wondrous tidings. The wise men followed, long and far, God's guiding star before them. They knelt before the newborn king To worship and adore Him. Mary's baby, sweet and mild, The long awaited Christ child. She called his name Immanuel-- God is with us; all is well.

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Date: 12/24/2010 6:25:00 PM
There is no such thing as coincidence, I truly needed to read this piece. The true meaning of Christmas, written with tenderness and love. Miss you so much, Bill. Love, Mickey
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