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Seasonal Disco: Glad Tidings

BONEY M live at Kremlin:
M E R R Y  C H R I S T M A S  !

The ONLY reasonable conclusion: Russian Collusion

Oh my Lord / You sent your son to save us
Oh my Lord / Your very self you gave us
Oh my Lord / That sin may not enslave us
And love may reign once more…
Oh my Lord / when in the crib they found him
Oh my Lord / A golden halo crowned him
Oh my Lord / They gathered all around him / To see him and adore… 
Oh my Lord / with the child’s adoration
Oh my Lord / there came great jubilation
Oh my Lord/ and full of admiration,
they realized what they had (until the sun falls from the sky)
Oh my Lord (oh praise the Lord) They had begun to doubt you
Oh my Lord (He is the truth forever) What did they know about you
Oh my Lord (so praise the Lord) but they were lost without you
They needed you so bad (His light is shining on us all)
Oh my Lord (so praise the Lord) with the child’s adoration
Oh my Lord (he is a personation) there came great jubilation
Oh my Lord (so praise the Lord) and full of admiration,
they realized what they had (until the sun falls from the sky)
Oh my Lord (oh praise the Lord) you sent your son to save us
Oh my Lord (this day will live forever) Your very self you gave us
Oh my Lord (so praise the Lord) that sin may not enslave us
And love may reign once more…

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But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:
In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds
of them which believe not,
lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ,
who is the image of God, should shine unto them.

 For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord;
and ourselves your servants for Jesus’ sake.

 For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness,
hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge
of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.

II Corinthians 4:3-6  [KJV]

Angelic Angles

 

 

Once in royal David’s city,
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her Baby,
In a manger for His bed:
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ, her little Child.

He came down to earth from heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall:
With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
Lived on earth our Savior holy.

For He is our childhood’s pattern;
Day by day, like us, He grew;
He was little, weak, and helpless,
Tears and smiles, like us He knew;
And He cares when we are sad,
And he shares when we are glad.

And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love;
For that Child so dear and gentle,
Is our Lord in heaven above:
And He leads His children on,
To the place where He is gone.