| She lit a candle in a downtown cathedral
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| Quietly confessing, counting on a blessing
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| She looked as if she had nowhere to go
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| I could see her weeping
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| Hands together hoping you would hear…
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| This is the time of year
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| We hold our families near
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| But God let us be a friend to the hurting
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| Oh Emmanuel, God with us
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| Spirit revealed in us
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| That we may be your hope to the world
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| Oh Emmanuel, God with us
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| With a light to break the darkness
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| That we may show your hope to the world
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| Emmanuel, God with us
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| Be God in us
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| I moved in closer just so I could see her face
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| Maybe she was a mother
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| Someone’s only daughter
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| Her silver hair shimmered like the snow
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| Christmas bells were ringing
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| Now beside her kneeling I asked her name
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| (And she said)
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| This was the time of year
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| I had my family near
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| But they’ve all gone and I have been so lonely
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| So with my family that Christmas day
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| A girl of sixty years would laugh and play
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| And as we watched her dance our eyes were full of tears… |