What gifts will I bring
to your manger bed,
to your throne, covered in hay
to lay by your feet, before you
All that I have, all that I am
my life, as Mary did
unto you I give me
to be your servant, your vessel
your disciple, in the world
bringing your message
word by word, out into the world
let your word fill my mouth
let me speak your truth, your love
let me be like John, crying in the wilderness
making straight your ways
December 24, 2008
Matthew 2:1-12
Luke 1:38
Luke 1:5-25, 57-80
Luke 1:5-25
Luke 1:57-66
Luke 1:57-80
Luke 1:67-80
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
What Gifts Will I Bring
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