The heart That Ponders #28 . . .Born . . .12/28/08

Dear Holy Friends,     I sit here watching the weather fronts change. Mild air is coming in for today, a brief respite from the cold. But tomorrow the cold will be back. Watching the clouds makes me wonder what it would have been like to see 'angels and a multitude of the heavenly hosts' and hearing them sing. Wow. I hope we don't lose the wonder of Christmas too fast for it lead directly to the Glory of the cross.   In His Grip, Chandra   Born   One night in a barn     lonely manger, star bright         baby's birth, mother's heart             true worship, holy night. Scent of hay, night air     animals eating, cows mooing,         stable sounds, no one there             in the noise, baby cooing. Heaven opened, angels came     royalty in a bed of hay         wise men visit, gifts they brang             salvation came to earth that day Father's love in a baby boy     creator living among His own         manger in the shadow of a cross             born our sin to atone.   ~Chandra Lynn Smith~

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