What Do We Say At Christmas?

"A voice cries: 'In the wilderness prepare the way of the LORD; make straight in the desert a highway for our God. Every valley shall be lifted up, and every mountain and hill be made low; the uneven ground shall become level, and the rough places a plain. And the glory of the LORD shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together, for the mouth of the LORD has spoken.'

A voice says, 'Cry!'

And I said, 'What shall I cry?'

All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of the LORD blows on it; surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever. Go on up to a high mountain, O Zion, herald of good news; lift up your voice with strength, O Jerusalem, herald of good news; lift it up, fear not; say to the cities of Judah, 'Behold your God!' " - Isaiah 40:3-9 ESV

We know that the voice crying out in the wilderness was John the Baptist. Grace is what would exalt the valleys and lower the mountains... grace would turn the uneven ground level and the rough places into a plain. A king would be born and all people will one day see Him.

What do we say on Christmas? Life is short and we should cherish it. It is like the flower or grass but something lives forever. Truth.

Behold your God and let the truth of grace live in you!

'What Child is This?'
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What child is this, who, laid to rest,
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
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This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary.
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So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Come, peasant, king, to own him yeah yeah.
the King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone him.
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Raise, raise the song on high,
The Virgin sings her lullaby:
Joy, joy, for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!
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This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary.

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