PEACE In Wee Ears

And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.  Luke 2:7

Once upon a time we hear a tale as the wee’st of lads that forever seals our eternity in faithful belief and saves us from our sins.  The verse is sewn into our hearts with tiny drops of blood as though a Baby’s hand was pricked or His foot nicked.  We believe because “swaddling clothes” is as sweet a sound as slips from our lips or sings into our wee ears.

Nativity
by Murillo