Hi Bogdan,
Glorious Days
A child was born in a stable, far, far away,
And, Oh, what a glorious day.
His name being Emanuel.
As he grew, into sin he never fell.
A boy became a man, never again to play.
And, Oh, what a glorious day.
He soon began to teach,
He soon began to preach.
He came to show us the only way.
And, Oh, what a glorious day.
There was a price to pay,
So on the cross, His life He lay.
And, Oh, what a glorious day.
Now we fall on our knees,
And to Him, voice our pleas.
Each time in His name we pray.
And, Oh, what a glorious day.
Any second now we will meet in the air.
will you be there?
In his presence we will stay,
And, Oh, what a glorious day.
Thank you!
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