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