Labor of Love

This is my favorite Christmas song right now. My sis-in-law introduced me to it last year and I still cannot get enough of it. "Labor of Love" was written by Andrew Peterson and is sung by Jill Phillips. The lyrics...

It was not a silent night
There was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry
In the alleyway 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 by 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



I cannot listen to that song without getting goose bumps. With the miracle of childbirth fresh in my mind this year, I am once again in awe of God's plan. I am overwhelmed that God sent His son for us. I am so thankful for Christmas.