Labor of Love

Here is another song from Behold the Lamb of God. Listen and read the words, they are beautiful!!

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

Bur for the girl on the ground in the dark
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

On 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

Bur for the girl on the ground in the dark

Every beat of her beautiful heart

Was a labor of love

For little Mary full of grace

With the tears upon her face

Was a labor of love

It was not a silent night

On the streets of David's town.