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"Labor of Love" by Jill Phillps and Andrew Peterson

John's Take

Christmas is different for me now.  It is more real for me this year. That’s not to say that years past were dull, but it’s this year that I have a stronger grasp on the reality that is the birth of Jesus. You see, any day now, Alex (my wife) and I will be holding our first born baby.  I can identify with Joseph and the feelings that lead up to, and are sure to follow, the birth of a child. In “Labor of Love” Jill Phillips and Andrew Peterson imagine too what it must have been like for Mary and Joseph on the night of Jesus’ birth.

Christmas carols, paintings, plays and nativity scenes often create an image of Jesus’ birth as peaceful, serene, pretty and clean. Any day I will be an active participant in the birth of a baby and from the hundreds of books I’ve read and videos I’ve seen, I am positive it was anything but. No doctor or midwife, no anesthesia or “ice chips." And let’s not forget that it happened in a barn with the smells, noises, and animals that go along with it. It must have been a night of pain, blood, and suffering.

I don’t know about you, but I am thankful for a God who demonstrated true humanity by sending His only son to be born so humbly. That baby changed the world and changed my life forever and this song is a perfect reminder of how real the God of the universe is.

 

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"Labor of Love" Lyrics
 
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