The birth of Christ

 Behold the lamb of God is born this day!In a manger warm with beddings of hay.Where beasts inhabit and drop their waste,fit for none else but those of lowly caste. Behold the infant Lord whose lowly birthwas marked by celestials in joy and mirth.In an orchestra in the distant sky,they played the first carol right there on high.

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Our world

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