ready my soul for the Prince of Peace.
Heap the straw of my life for His body to lie on;
light the candle of hope,
let the child come in.
Mine is the home that is poor and is barren;
mine is the stable of cold and stone.
Break the light to each corner of doubt and of darkness;
now the Word is made flesh for the birth of me.
Alleluia!
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