This Christmas

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Peace is the desire of every heart. 

Love is the comfort secretly hidden in the manger.

Joy is the outline of happiness. 

Trust is the place that fear is yet to discover. 

God is Love! 

May His coming This Christmas be for us and for you: 

The Peace you've always desired. 

The comfort that you have always sought.

Happiness in all completeness.  

May He dispel every fear of yours, 

Raising you from grace to grace,

Away from timidity and desolation.  

He's the Prince of Peace.  

Emmanuel! 

God with Us! 

What Great things shall we witness when God mixes with us? 

Wishing you The Best of Christmas Blessings. 


Sr. Esther Koros OSF

0726179789

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