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I just wanted to share this because I think it's so beautiful... It may be familiar but it is so full of hope, it is worth sharing anyway. It is written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow during the war, shortly after his second wife died suddenly as a result of injuries after her dress caught on fire. I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to men. I thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along the unbroken song Of peace on earth, good will to men. And in despair I bowed my head: "There is no peace on earth," I said, "For hate is strong and mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to men." Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth he sleep; The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men." Till, ringing singing, on its way, The world revolved from night to day, A voi...

If a plant is destroyed but the roots remain there is yet hope of life hope of renewal long is our winter 'i alone am left and they seek my life it is over' "I have preserved the Root and 7,000 unbowed faithfully looking" Israel is dry ground troubled at the prophecies who has believed our report? a Root out of dry ground God is faithful He is the source all along "What do you think about the Christ?" No answer. God and man 100% plus 100% equals incarnation born to die. Stumbling block fulfillment purpose and glory culmination the Consolation of Israel. This is your Savior!! The Bright and Morning Star. Look, you watchmen! It is still dark sing on all the same you see the promise day shines in your heart sure hope, unshakable trust The Morning Star has come day is coming. it is coming!

sleepy white butterflies drifting to rest snowflakes are like peace blanket me with your protection soak into my heart, beautiful mystery

in the craziness of malls at 10 last-minute shopping and a dozen different recordings of the same song played within an inch of it's life when there are obese white-haired men in red suits everywhere Don't forget when the red and green appear everywhere it's only because of the blood that there is any life when you hear "peace on earth, goodwill to men" don't forget that peace is only found in one place and goodwill is not money When you're driving through snow squalls for the last gift Remember, you've been given redemption Worth more than all the money North America spent this December Which means we are the only ones who can sing about joy and know what we're talking about And when you're surrounded by light and warmth don't forget, the light of the world stepped down into your darkness so you could understand what it all means.

shadows on the wall she doesn't understand Mommy and Daddy don't know she hears but she snuggles down to sleep sound because the shadows meld into one The yelling woke her up she shivers scared wide awake trembly fingers in her ears to block out Mommy's crying still as a mouse in her little nest watching the space between the shadows It is quiet the bed is empty because the shadows on the wall have met again and a new little shadow comes pattering to see what's in the Book that joins them.

Peace be still, my soul Why are you restless and disquieted? What's all this murmuring in my heart? Be quiet! Hush! I don't want to hear it. Shut, up. Who do you think you are anyway? You're annoying, that's what. You're too loud and complaining, I can't hear anything. I'm trying to listen to Salvation to angel songs to the heartbeat of the cross. And here you're doing all this whining. And the pity parties, they've got to stop. They're keeping me up all hours of the night. How do you even manage to make so much noise with only three guests? I've had it with this attitude. Not another peep out of you. Got it?

Victory is in the air it fills my lungs like the clear evening after a snowfall angel smiles resound their echo in my heart as I stand on the Rock with the shattered chains in my hand the song of the sunrise ringing in my ears The battle is long and weary but the war has already been won