The light of the world, born into a dark world and died as a hated man, spreads His glorious light into humble hearts…
The lowly baby with a lowly mother. She knew who He was and her words testify to us. He is the King of Kings and rules all things forever.
We are frail flesh, children of the dust- yet we can live when we bow to Him and confess His name in humble adoration…
This was no polished performance, but the stark reality of life. There was no adornment on this King- only the shadow of a cross…
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