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For
unto
us
a
savior
is
born,
Born
to
die
for
our
sins;
He
came
as
a
wee,
small
babe,
Salvation
for
us
to
win.
The
lights
shine
bright
on
this
day,
Gifts
are
wrapped
under
the
tree;
The
wreath
hangs
upon
the
door,
But
God's
son
we
did
not
see.
We
did
not
recognize
the
little
child,
Nor
the
man
He
grew
to
be;
He
spread
the
word
of
God's
love,
But
God's
son
we
did
not
see.
He
died
upon
a
cross
for
us,
From
sin
He
set
us
free;
He
rose
again
the
third
day,
But
God's
son
we
did
not
see.
For
unto
us
a
savior
is
born,
On
this
beautiful
Christmas
Day;
Remember
the
reason
for
this
season,
God
saves
in
His
own
way.
~
Sandra
Oidtman
~
Copyright
2007
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