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But the Animals were First “We read in Isaiah: ‘The ox knows its owner, and the *** the master’s crib….’” -Papa Benedict, The Blessings of Christmas The ox and *** are in the Stable set In service divine, as good Isaiah writes A congregation of God’s creatures met In honor of their King this Night of nights And there they wait for us, for we are late Breathless in the narthex of eternity A star, a road, a town, an inn, a gate Have led us to this holy liturgy: Long centuries and seasons pass, and yet The ox and *** are in the Stable set
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Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
But the Animals were First
But the Animals were First “We read in Isaiah: ‘The ox knows its owner, and the *** the master’s crib….’” -Papa Benedict, The Blessings of Christmas The ox and *** are in the Stable set In service divine, as good Isaiah writes A congregation of God’s creatures met In honor of their King this Night of nights And there they wait for us, for we are late Breathless in the narthex of eternity A star, a road, a town, an inn, a gate Have led us to this holy liturgy: Long centuries and seasons pass, and yet The ox and *** are in the Stable set
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Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
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