Labor Of Love
by godzgirl7
While washing up the breakfast dishes this morning I heard a Christmas song by one of my favorite singers, Randy Travis. The words gripped my heart. As the tears began to flow, I thought about the circumstances of how she birthed The Lord Jesus. Natural childbirth with no epidural drip for the pain -- in a dirty 'barn' surrounded by the animals. She had no comfort zone, no soft bed, no midwife to help her....Oh! but God was there during this labor of love!
I wish I would've written this song. Here is the lyric. Be so blessed!!
Andrew Peterson
It was not a silent night, there was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry in the alleyway 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 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 by her side, callused hands and weary eyes
No midwives to be found on 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 tears on her face
It was a labor of love
It was not a silent night, on the streets of David's town
See what I mean?? What a lyric...
much love,
Godzgirl7 out.
I wish I would've written this song. Here is the lyric. Be so blessed!!
Andrew Peterson
It was not a silent night, there was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry in the alleyway 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 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 by her side, callused hands and weary eyes
No midwives to be found on 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 tears on her face
It was a labor of love
It was not a silent night, on the streets of David's town
See what I mean?? What a lyric...
much love,
Godzgirl7 out.