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Baby Jesus – 9th Poem of Christmas

Baby Jesus


Behold He comes in quiet grace
A child so small, fair of face.
Believe, this gift of love is for all,
You, me, and each one who hears faith’s call.

Justice in His every lesson,
Each a message, and a blessing.
Son of God, what does He say?
Ushering hope and trust each day,
Sacred yet human, He comes this way.


Ceramic Nativity


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