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Emmanuel... He has not left us.

i wanted to share this song with you. a lot of us can probably relate to it in some way or another. just because it's christmas doesn't mean our hurt and pain and struggles just go away. sometimes it's hard to enjoy holidays and for some of us there's no one around to spend it with. maybe there are plenty surrounding you but you still feel alone? for some, christmastime actually magnifies what we're going through. whatever your circumstance, this Hope that was born at Christmas is still alive today. because He came. Emmanuel. God with us. He has not left us. He's still here in the midst of everything. good or bad. great or small.

this is one of my favorite singers, Anthony Evans. the song is called "Immanuel":



no decorations, no tree with tinsel
no lights this year at home
the rooms are silent, no carols playing
for the first time she's all alone
but what a wonder she says there's comfort

Emmanuel, our God is with us
yes He is with us still
Emmanuel, He has not left us
and He never will

they may be next door, maybe the next road
but there's someone with a heartache
they face the season, the happy greetings 
with no joy in this holiday
for all the broken here in this moment


Emmanuel, our God is with us
yes He is with us still
Emmanuel, He has not left us
and He never will

He never will

Emmanuel, our God is with us
yes He is with us still
Emmanuel, He has not left us
and He never will

He never will
He never will




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