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Blest Christmas morn, though murky clouds
Pursue thy way,
Thy light was born where storm enshrouds
Nor dawn nor day!
Dear Christ, forever here and near,
No cradle song,
No natal hour and mother's tear,
To thee belong.
Thou God-idea, Life-encrowned,
The Bethlehem babe —
Beloved, replete, by flesh embound —
Was but thy shade!
Thou gentle beam of living Love,
And deathless Life!
Truth infinite, — so far above
All mortal strife,
Or cruel creed, or earth-born taint:
Fill us today
With all thou art — be thou our saint,
Our stay, alway.
—Mary Baker Eddy
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THE ECONOMY—AND JESUS' BUSINESS MODEL
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Christmas presence anytime, anywhere
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Christmas fellowship and 'Immanuel'
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A perfect present
BY JOHN CREED
The happiest Christmas I ever had
BY JOHN OGUTA
My prayer this Christmas
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Just like Momma's rocking chair
BY CHRIS SHOAF
My first real Christmas tree
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Mary Baker Eddy
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