Labor of Love

      I normally don't blog random lyrics or pictures, but I can't think about printing my 2012 blog book without this being in there.  On Christmas Eve, every year since we have been married Cullen and I have accompanied his parents to the candlelight service at Calvary in Tupelo.  I honestly believe that his mom loves us going to that with them more than any other part of Christmas.  We debated this year going because we were so tired and worn out from the holiday, but decided that since next year with a baby we will have new traditions we went.  Each year I have loved the music, but  this year the music was provided by my doctor's children, Kyle and Kara Young.  One of the reasons I chose Dr. Young as my doctor is while I didn't grow up in church with him, I did with his parents, nieces and nephews, and I knew that his faith was a large part of his practice, and I knew that would is rare and important. 
     So Kyle and Kara sang this song just before the message from Brother David, and while I didn't cry, because thankfully I haven't been that emotional, it was very moving.  So moving, that I downloaded the song on iTunes for my mom to listen to and the lyrics to share with my new mom friend, Leslie.  Having sat in the delivery room and waiting room just days before with her and knowing that my own labor and delivery was just around the corner, this song seemed so much more meaningful to me, so I had to share.


It was not a silent night
There was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry
In the alleyways 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 the 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 at her side
Callused hands and weary eyes
There were no midwives to be found
In 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 the tears upon her face
It was a labor of love