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I Know How Mary Felt
I know, as she bent tenderly above Him,
She did not think of majesty or power,
For he was hers -- and she was there to love Him!
His hands, as pinkly tinted as a flower,
Seemed all too small to carve His deathless story --
What though a star gleamed glorious to guide Him?
She snatched Him to her breast as if to hide Him
From harm, and fear, and even -- yes, from glory.
And when the wise men came to give their treasure,
She smiled at them as proud as any queen;
She scarcely saw the jewels in countless measure,
The gold that gleamed; her gaze was far, serene,
Upon the hills where shepherds watched, alone.
She did not think of crosses or of dying,
For He was just a drowsy baby, lying
Wrapped in her love -- A baby -- all her own!
Margaret E. Sangster
Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does, the better.
Andre Gide
America's official national Christmas tree is located in King's Canyon National Park in California. The tree, a giant sequoia called the "General Grant Tree," is over 90 meters (300 feet) high. It was made the official Christmas tree in 1925.
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