Nativity Song
At the coming of the little Child
Let bitter foes be reconciled,
Don't let violence run wild
At the coming of the little Child.
At the coming of the little Child
Don't let innocence be defiled,
The world was changed when His Mother smiled
At the coming of the little Child.
Never again let blood be shed,
But listen to the words of the dead:
'Let all religions live in peace
And all extremes of hatred cease,
Let gentleness conquer strife and war
And pride and arrogance be no more! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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