No trumpets blaring
No drums snaring
Only silence greets
A homeless pair
Looking for shelter.
A crude barn
With a cow looking out
A pile of hay
On which they could lay
But soon a sound
Woke the world thundering
And it was God’s son
Born while we’re wondering
What this meant for us
We poor ignorant cousins
Looking for hope
Of some kind to keep us
Safe from evil of a world gone mad
jpneale 12/22/10
Merry Christmas is here. Amen.
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