How glorious is the feeling of our Savior's might.
When all is forgotten He'll remind us to be His children.
Like an infant small we will cry lost in the darkest night.
But His shining brightness pierces darkness then we are brethren.
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Giving modest gifts to the peasant who will be our King on this Christmas is very amazing in this poem shared.10
Thank you Kumarmani! I am a Maronite from the hills of Lebanon originally and my feeling for Christmas is a special one. I grew up in New York and was the choir director for the Maronite Church Our Lady of Lebanon. I have His hand on my shoulder. Merry Christmas, Paul