The Birth of Grace

So quietly,
so calm the night.
As overhead a Star so bright,
shone to a lowly place,
and there,
The Birth of Grace.

No trumpets heralding a king,
Or gilded armies did He bring,
Just a baby , in the straw,
Born to show us all much more,
than glitzy wrappings,
wine and song.
A better place where all belong,
and Love is poured out all day long.

So quietly,
my wish for you,
Is Peace of mind in all you do.
Joy and Love,
The precious kind,
So few of us are blessed to find
Hidden in that lowly place,
of selflessness,
The Birth of Grace.

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