Happy Christmas Dear Reader,
As the sun sets on the last Sunday before Advent, I ponder all
the peace I have. I have already gotten
to see people I love. Wrapping presents
fills me with joy. There is no loneliness
even where there is longing.
I have come to accept the peace of Christ even when I do not
understand. We celebrate the peace
offered by the Father that we do not deserve.
Focusing on Christ and following him yields peace. It is a peace wrought of sacrifice and love
from the one who’s Advent we honor.
I will not keep you this evening. I am sure you have heaps to accomplish. Enjoy the song. I bid you peace beyond all you can comprehend,
Dear Reader.
The
Prince Of Peace – Trans-Siberian Orchestra
In the middle of a forest
There's a clearing by a stream
Where a mother holds her newborn
And the Child begins to dream
And He dreams of hopes unspoken
When the tears of man will cease
And His mother holds Him closer
For He is the Prince of Peace
And the moon is looking downward
Casting shadows through the trees
And the stars are shining brighter
As they whisper what they see
Let the bells ring out these tidings
Let it echo across the land
That a King is born in Bethlehem
And his Kingdom is at hand
Let the world rejoice together
As it looks upon the stars
Knowing every man's our brother
And that every child is ours
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
Peace on Earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled
Joyful all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With the heavenly host proclaim
Christ is born in Bethlehem
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
Glory to the newborn King
Peace on Earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled
Joyful all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With the heavenly host proclaim
Christ is born in Bethlehem
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
In the middle of a forest
There's a clearing by a stream
Where a mother holds her newborn
And the Child begins to dream
There's a clearing by a stream
Where a mother holds her newborn
And the Child begins to dream
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every
writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a
homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Contacts for Aramis
Thorn:
Bookings: aramisthorn@aramisthorn.com
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