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The wise men brought gold, frankincense, and myrrh
the shepherds brought their hope, their wonder,
sang praises on high to the world
Herod didn’t go; but projected his fear
What gifts will we bring
to the babe, to the manger, to his altar
what will we do, to thank the creator
for the gift of the son
What will we bring

January 5, 2008
Matthew 2:1-12

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