From Shekinah glory,
to deepest darkness,
to manger candlelight,
came the Holy One,
born of the virgin Mary.
Where no pain prevailed,
but the pain of broken heart,
the agony of watching sin,
came the child of Bethlehem,
born of the virgin Mary.
Heaven's joy forsaken,
for a trough of smelly hay,
a painful wooden cross,
came the child to suffer,
born of the virgin Mary.
From darkness to glory,
the saving work done,
now there and here,
came the One to Rise,
born of the virgin Mary.
Blood Pressure. The New Numbers
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