Great Shall Be the Peace of Thy Children |
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Childlike, we behold with hope the star whose radiant fire Brings light and promises of peace sung by an angel choir.
Shattered like a tower of glass exploding into flame,
Like Elijah in the cave, we hear a still, small voice
He who bore all grief and pain came living from the grave.
A person's soul can never die. Those who depart this life
Shrouds of death are cast aside. Sorrow's curtains part.
Once again behold the star. Hear once again the choir.
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| by Robert and Rita Bartholomew Christmas 2001 |