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The angels let them know

Mary had The little Lamb

His fleece was white as snow.

I often wonder how you felt

For you were young in years

Mary did you try to smile

Even through your tears?

Looking for a place to stay

A place to lay your head

Most mothers now deliver

In a warm and sterile bed.

The helplessness of Joseph

Your pain he watched that night

Mary were you full of fear

Did angels ease your fright?

I think about your mother

With you so far from home

The prayers she must have said

So you would not be alone.

We set a time to celebrate

When your Son was born

Remembered still to this day

We call it Christmas Morn.

Oh, How very wonderful

To finally see His face!

Seeing the one you held inside

To witness God’s dear Grace.

While counting His little fingers

And holding His tiny feet

Gazing upon His button nose

Kissing His velvety cheek

Did you know to what end

He would come to meet?

That one day nails would pierce

Those precious hands and feet?

He would wear a crown…

But it would be of thorns

Spit at, mocked and beat

His flesh would be all torn.

Labor was just the beginning

The beginning of your pain

As you would watch your Son die

So eternal life we could gain.

If we accept Christ Jesus

To heaven we will go

Yes, Mary you were His mother

The Bible tells me so.

For Mary had The little Lamb

His fleece was white as snow.