The Spirit of Christmas
Christ the Lord was Born this Day Being the Sample of Love to All Given to us without reserve Gentle and meek a baby He was Sent to work His fathers business He grew in Grace; multiplied in wisdom He came to redeem man back to God Not batting an eye He redeemed us All Redeeming us All from our Fall His very nature to reflect Gods Love This is the Love that births our Joy The Joy of reunion back to God Revealing How Much He Loves us So We are Redeemed Because of Him! ©heavenly_broadcast # Punchline- Do Have a Merry Christmas, remembering whose you are and why you are Celebrating; Christ Jesus and His Love for you John 3:16. So let the Joy of Christmas fill your hearts, Reminding you whose you are, All the Time! Unto Him be the Glory forever and ever, in Whom we live, move and have our being. Jesus Christ, Yesterday, Today and Forever. Acts17:28.
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STELLA RAYMOND
Beautiful poem
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2018-12-25 14:41:23
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Glory LoveWorld
To Jesus Christ the Birthday God who we celebrate, be All the Glory. Thanks @Stella_Raymond.
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2018-12-25 18:06:58
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