Friday, December 21, 2012

At the Manger

At the Manger
 
I will not a whisper make,
Softly, soft will I tread,
Lest the Little One I wake
In His manger bed.
 
Hear the Lady's lullaby
As she bends to kiss her Dear,
Wise Men, shepherds, lambs and I
Gently gather near.
 
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4 comments:

  1. NatDecember 21, 2012 at 8:36 PM

    You should have a little book of Christmas poems and paintings published. I am loving all of your sweet Christmas poems and the paintings are gorgeous.

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    1. ItsMeMaryDecember 21, 2012 at 11:27 PM

      Nat, you are such a dear ... I notice the change you made to the blog sub-title, and I LOVE it. THANK YOU! :) xoxo

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    2. NatDecember 22, 2012 at 9:54 AM

      Blog organization support, at your service! :)

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  2. ItsMeMaryDecember 22, 2012 at 2:09 PM

    LOL! Blog Organization Support Service? That you are, Nat! So from now on I will call you the B.O.S.S. ... (like Bruce Springstein). ;) <3

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