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	<title>Comments on: Is this the most beautiful Christmas song ever sung?</title>
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		<title>By: DrRev Dr. James Verner</title>
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		<description>&quot;He left Heaven,
Knowing His destiny,
There at lonely Golgotha,
He laid down His life for me.

&quot;If that isn&#039;t love, then the there&#039;s no star in the sky,
...................   ?     ?     ?     ?
And the sparrow won&#039;t  fly,
If that isn&#039;t love.
(Written by Dottie Rambo at the tender age of 8 when sitting by a creek  one mile from home)
Jim</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;He left Heaven,<br />
Knowing His destiny,<br />
There at lonely Golgotha,<br />
He laid down His life for me.</p>
<p>&#8220;If that isn&#8217;t love, then the there&#8217;s no star in the sky,<br />
&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.   ?     ?     ?     ?<br />
And the sparrow won&#8217;t  fly,<br />
If that isn&#8217;t love.<br />
(Written by Dottie Rambo at the tender age of 8 when sitting by a creek  one mile from home)<br />
Jim</p>
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