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First Christmas

by Carol Connell © 2021

Lowly birth for a king
Manger for a bed
Chorus of angels sing
Star shines overhead.

Manger for a bed
Sleeping babe does lay
New mothers prayers are said
Infant, to sleep gives way.

Chorus of angels sing.
They make a joyful sound.
Hallelujahs ring.
High praises do abound.

Star shines overhead.
Its beams reach out, are hurled.
Wisemen can be led
straight to Light of the World.

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