Labor of Love

My sister in law sang this beautiful song (she is a great singer so that made it more beautiful) at church last week and I can't seem to get the words out of my head! I was moved to tears by these words....as a mother I can somehow relate to Mary, in the fear, the joy, and the unknown. This week as I have read Christmas stories to my children I think of this song and can see sweet Mary with tears rolling down her cheeks as Joseph held her little hand. It is such an amazing picture in my head.....I can not even express in words....if you get a chance listen to this song and read the words. May God move your heart as He has mine these last few weeks as we prepare to celebrate the birth of our Great Savior!



Labor Of Love
by: Andrew Peterson

It was not a silent night
There was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry
In the alleyways that night
On the streets of David's town
And the stable was not clean
And the cobblestones were cold
And little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
Had no mother's hand to hold
It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the dark
With every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love
Noble Joseph at her side
Callused hands and weary eyes
There were no midwives to be found
In the streets of David's town
In the middle of the night
So he held her and he prayed
Shafts of moonlight on his face
But the baby in her womb
He was the maker of the moon
He was the Author of the faith
That could make the mountains move
It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the dark
With every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love
For little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
It was a labor of love