(a Poem for a Christmas Morning)
Alive in lands held in Gods hands,
Wishing that all would change,
Imploring high, begging demands,
Hear - Jesus is the gift
Need we a more proferred prize,
Than what’s born in one’s mortal heart,
Look out about and raise your eyes,
See - Jesus is the gift
Hard burdens bend the knees of men,
When ill won’t heal, cold hearts can’t feel,
Ask for relief, and think again,
Know - Jesus is the gift
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