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There's something holy in a family
Woven into God's unfathomable Plan.
The Redeemer could so easily
Have come, like Adam, fully grown as man.
Yet He, the Truth, the Life, the Way, was born
Of Mary in a manger on a hill
When that starry midnight turned to morn
While peace was on the land and all was still.
In a family, He grew in grace and age,
Like any other being on this Earth.
The Lord of Creation! earning a carpenter's wage!
'Twas He himself, who chose a humble birth!
Could it be, for the mighty and the lowly,
The family is blessed! To keep us, holy?
Christmas, 1992