Poetry

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Christ must become greater
I must become less
No rosy-nosed reindeer
No reason for stress
For the angels said good news
Of great joy, as they addressed
Shepherds out in the fields
In their humbleness
When Jesus was born
In the stable, the mess
The Babe in the manger
Was a sign to witness
While a virgin pondered
The mysteriousness
Of this holy night
And I, too, confess
I don't fully grasp
God in flesh, dressed
God incarnate
Grace to mankind, expressed
That we may believe,
Receive and possess
CHRiST

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