A Prayer
Ah, dearest Jesus, holy child
Make thee a bed, soft, undefiled,
Within my heart, that it may be
A quiet chamber kept for Thee.
My heart for very joy doth leap,
My lips no more can silence keep,
I too must sing, with jouful tongue,
That sweetest ancient cradle song,
Glory to God in Highest heaven,
Who unto man His Son hath given
While angels sing withpious mirth.
A glad new year to all the earth.
Martin Luther
'Till next time -THE GREAT ONE
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