Bethlehem’s Beam, Mary’s Promise

Stockings hang low where the embers glow. Coal in my chest,

feel the blessings flow. Cold streets, frostbite, dreams get froze.

But the spirit don't quit, it just grows and grows. Mary held the

Savior, tremblin' meek. Stars above whisper what they couldn't speak.

Prophets foretold it centuries deep. Now the promise fulfilled while the nations sleep.

Mary, did you know your child would save? Born to light

the world, to heal and raise. Peace on earth, hope for every

heart. From your hands, God's love would start. Tinsel in the