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When God gave music to the world it was not in some theory of counterpoint and harmony; he dressed a song in feathers and sat it on a tree.
When God gave love to the world it was not in some thesis on the emotions; he implanted it in a mother’s heart.
When God gave himself to the world it was not in some new piece of theology. He wrapped a babe in swaddling clothes and laid him in a manger.
‘Let us go, even unto Bethlehem and see this thing which is come to pass.’