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Friday, December 16, 2005

Reality of Mary...

Labor of Love

It was not a silent night
There was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry
In the alleyway that night
On the streets of David's town

And the stable was not clean
And the cobblestones were cold
And little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
Had no mother's hand to hold

It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl
on the ground in the dark
With every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love

Noble Joseph by her side
Calloused hands and weary eyes
There were no midwives to be found
On the streets of David's town
In the middle of the night

So he held her and he prayed
Shafts of moonlight on his face
But the baby in her womb
He was the maker of the moon
He was the Author of the faith
That could make the mountains move

It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl
on the ground in the dark
With every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love

For little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
It was a labor of love...

Andrew Peterson
Behold the Lamb of God

2 Comments:

At 5:08 PM, Blogger Tonya said...

"the ground" "the cold" the miserableness of it all...the reality is so strikingly different than the beautiful creche beneith our Christmas tree. That's something I've been trying to explain to my girls this Christmas...what happened was so incredible...and the results are eternal. Thank you sweet baby Jesus.

 
At 2:03 PM, Blogger julie said...

i don't know that i have ever encountered this before, but what imagery. i love it.

 

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