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Great Shall Be the Peace of Thy Children
(Isaiah 54:13)

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,
Hope seems lost in clouds of smoke. Did Peace forget its name?

Like Elijah in the cave, we hear a still, small voice
Penetrating mind and heart, "Have hope, have faith, rejoice!"

He who bore all grief and pain came living from the grave.
Triumphant over death and hell, he has the power to save.

A person's soul can never die. Those who depart this life
Continue in another place that's free from worry and strife.

Shrouds of death are cast aside. Sorrow's curtains part.
Our Savior offers endless love to every human heart.

Once again behold the star. Hear once again the choir.
Receive the light that will not fade, the peace that won't expire.

by Robert and Rita Bartholomew
Christmas 2001

 

 

 

 

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