Could the real pageant not be a play at all, but my life
As I take my gifts, my insecurities, my worries
To the Christ Child, like the Magi took their gifts to the manger,
And allow God to recreate within me a new life,
A living pageant that does not end on Christmas Day, but only begins;
A living pageant etched on the pages of everyday living.
01003 – Could the Real Pageant be My Life?
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