Randy Travis - Labor Of Love - Sözleri

Andrew Peterson





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














		
			



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