Oh Lord, My King
Prepare Him a place
In the quiet of your heart
Let Him reign over you
(After praying with the song “Joy to the World”)
Cradle of the Beloved
Cradle of the Beloved Quiet, still, and peaceful Cold air chill, gold star emerges A baby is born Wise men adoring With the little they possess Peace in the quiet Mother and Father Gazing on and drawing near The Beloved rests
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