Christmas and Freedom   

Praise to Eternal Lord  - by Martin Luther

All praise to Thee, eternal Lord,

Clothed in flesh and blood;

Choosing a manger for Thy throne,

While worlds are Thine alone.

A little child, Thou art our guest,

That weary ones in Thee may rest;

Forlorn and lowly is Thy birth,

That we may rise to heaven from earth.

Thou comest in the darksome night,

To make us children of the light,

To make us in the realms divine,

Like Thine own angels, 'round Thee shine. 

Making Us Sons

When the time had fully come,

God sent his Son, born of a woman, 

born under law, to redeem those under law,

that we might receive the full rights of sons.

Galatians 4:4-5

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