Behold The Lamb
On this blessed Christmas morning I’m hanging out with sweet Eliza Jane. She decided to be my alarm clock at 4:50am and now we’re just having girl time before the fellas wake up and it gets loud. 🙂
While I was pondering what to write for Christmas, last night at our Christmas Eve service, it hit me.
Several years ago I had the wonderful privilege to go see Andrew Peterson’s “Behold the Lamb of God” with some dear friends. And while the entire show was just simply amazing, there is one song that continues to stick out in my mind. And even more so now that I have two babies of my own.
With this song I wish you all a Merry Christmas; may you always remember the true meaning of Christmas.
It was not a silent night
There was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry
In the alleyways that night
On the streets of David’s town
And the stable was not clean
And the cobblestones were cold
And little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
Had no mother’s hand to hold
It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the dark
With every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love
Noble Joseph at her side
Callused hands and weary eyes
There were no midwives to be found
In the streets of David’s town
In the middle of the night
So he held her and he prayed
Shafts of moonlight on his face
But the baby in her womb
He was the maker of the moon
He was the Author of the faith
That could make the mountains move
It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the dark
With every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love
For little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
It was a labor of love
