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He was joy. He was not just a baby born on a manger born of a ****** and a carpenter. He was joy. He left His throne embrace the lowliest of the lowliest celebrated by shepherds whose identities matter not. He was joy. The angels declared, He'll bring goodnews of which people will be saved from generations to generations and they will be filled with joy. He was joy. And an army of Angels exclaimed, "Glory to the Highest!" Oh, what a joy He hath bring for He is the Lord and King His birth, a joy to all Forever, I'll indeed treasure!
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Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
Joy has come
He was joy. He was not just a baby born on a manger born of a ****** and a carpenter. He was joy. He left His throne embrace the lowliest of the lowliest celebrated by shepherds whose identities matter not. He was joy. The angels declared, He'll bring goodnews of which people will be saved from generations to generations and they will be filled with joy. He was joy. And an army of Angels exclaimed, "Glory to the Highest!" Oh, what a joy He hath bring for He is the Lord and King His birth, a joy to all Forever, I'll indeed treasure!
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Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
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