Holiest Night

A little child was born upon this holiest of nights,
to save a world of lowly souls was to be his life long fight.
This babe so gentle, and oh so sweet, who died for all who sin, his praises we'll sing, to Jesus our king,
till he returns to claim his kingdom once again.

by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson

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this is lovely pewee...absolutely wonderful kenneth