Unto the weary souls He came.
No wealth, no shelter, no fame.
A baby born in a lowly place.
Brought eyes to the blind.
Forgiveness, love, mercy...for all mankind.
Quietly, softly He came.
Among rumors, hurt, shame.
This God child born unto men
Brought redemption, freedom from sin.
The soft hum of a mother's lullaby
Reaching, touching...far beyond the midnight sky...
Where the heavens dance and Angels fly.
Rest for the weary and courage for the weak.
Find room in your heart
This babe
Our peace
We all seek.
Be still......
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