Behold the Lamb of God

Last night we had the privilege of going to the Behold the Lamb concert by Andrew Peterson & his friends at our church. I highly recommend this concert- they are coming to Charlotte in a few weeks. It was the perfect start to our Advent season.

I already have our Christmas decorations out including 2 creches. I have looked at the nativity scene several times and just pass by them just as I pass by the tree or the mantel. But, last night was a joyous reminder of the story of the gospel-the greatest love story ever told. One of my favorite songs was Labor of Love. I can relate to this song having gone through labor myself and knowing the pain, mess and joy labor produces.

As Nathan and I were talking about the concert and which songs we loved, I immediately said this one. I was brought to tears just thinking how humbling it was for Jesus to not only come as a baby into this broken, sinful world, but to come in a stable. He should have been born in the best palace there ever was or would be, but no-for you and for me, he came to this world amongst animals, dirt everywhere. To the maker of the moon, the author of my faith-thank you.

Labor of Love

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