Fireside Mysteries

Dancing flames are burning low.
Faces lit by ruddy glow.
A half-circle 'round the hearth.

Drawing near to hear the tale
Of a baby, young and frail,
Born into a winter night.

Mystery - God made flesh,
Ancient story told afresh.
The embodiment of love.

Love that still is ours today,
And will never pass away.
Born for all eternity.

Peace to each and every heart,
Sealed, protected, set apart.
God made flesh among us dwells.


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