Bless us Lord, this Christmas, with quietness of mind; Teach us to be patient and always to be kind.

No matter how steep the mountain - the Lord is going to climb it with you.

God, teach me to be patient, teach me to go slow

Precious and priceless, so lovable, too; The world's sweetest miracle, baby, is you.

A mother's love is like a tower, Rising far above the crowd, And her smile is like the sunshine, Breaking through a threatening cloud.

Comfort comes from knowing that people have made the same journey. And solace comes from understanding how others have learned to sing again.

Peace is not something you fight for With bombs and missiles that kill, Nor can it be won in a "battle of words" One fashions by scheming and skill For those who are greedy and warlike, Whose avarice for power cannot cease, Can never contribute in helping To bring this world nearer to peace For in seeking peace for all people There is only one place to begin And that is in each home and heart- For the fortress of peace is within!