Labor Of Love

It was not a silent night, there was blood on the ground You could hear a woman cry in the alleyway that night on the streets of David's town And the stable was not clean and the cobblestones were cold And little Mary full of grace with tears upon her face had no mother's hand to hold It was a labor of pain, it was a cold sky above But for the girl on the ground in the dark with every beat of her beautiful heart It was a labor of love Noble Joseph by her side, callused hands and weary eyes No midwives to be found on the streets of David's town in the middle of the night So he held her and he prayed, shafts of moonlight on his face But the baby in her womb, he was the maker of the moon He was the Author of the Faith that could make the mountains move It was a labor of pain, it was a cold sky above But for the girl on the ground in the dark with every beat of her beautiful heart It was a labor of love For little Mary full of grace, with tears on her face It was a labor of love It was not a silent night, on the streets of David's town