What Child is this, who, laid to rest,
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud-
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud-
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh-
Come, rich and poor, to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings-
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud-
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

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Celebrating the Christ who came to redeem!

That tumor was cancerous, and our life has been forever changed, but we have the firm foundation of a faith in the One who will sustain us all through this time. We know our oldest son is in His very capable hands, and we trust His love, despite not always understanding His ways…

We thank you for your prayers.

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