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My soul, wait in silence for God alone,
For my hope is from Him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation,
My refuge, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my glory rest on God;
The rock of my strength, my refuge is in God.
~Psalm 62:5-7



“This little babe so few days old
Is come to rifle Satan’s fold;
All hell doth at His presence quake
Though He Himself for cold doth shake;
For in this weak, unarmed wise
The gates of hell He will surprise.

 

With tears He fights and wins the field,
His tiny breast stands for a shield;
His battering shot are babish cries,
His arrows looks of weeping eyes,
His martial ensigns cold and need,
And feeble flesh His warrior’s steed.

 

His camp is builded in a stall,
His bulwark but a broken wall,
The crib His trench, haystacks His stakes, 
Of shepherds He His army makes;
And thus, as sure His foe to wound,
The angels’ trumps the charge now sound.

 

My soul with Christ join thou in fight,
Stick to His tents, the place of might.
Within His crib is surest ward;
This little babe will be thy Guard.
If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy,
Then flit not from this heav’nly Boy!”

 

~ Robert Southwell, circa 1586



Hallelujah! Christ, our Savior is born!
Blessed Christmas my dear sister, keep your watch for Him!
With love, your sister, Celeste