We come around the Sun once more
And celebrate the Christ was born
And on this day the Sun is low
Like dying candle in the snow
That our rebirth of soul is sure
By God In Flesh Sprang From The Word
So we rejoice and bare our love
That Angel Choirs From Heaven Above
Bend to the Earth and Sing Refrain
That Sin and Death are pledged away
Called to repent and Love The Lord
Forgiveness from our God assured
The Debt bought like a Precious Gem
When Mary births in Bethlehem
The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior
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The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior
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