One thought upon the
Christmas scene
where baby born who'd be
our king
set manger lay for all to
see
this one from whom
salvation brings
Yet not all will celebrate
this baby born to seal our
fate
from sin's death sum He to
erase
for those who yield His
saving grace
Alas among those living
now
be salty ones with
wrinkled brows
whose time worn limbs and
shattered souls
been stripped of all
their yuletide roles
No tree they'll have, nor
lighted frame
nor present 'neath, t'will
be their aim
a Christmas song will they
not sing
tis all a farce, a humbug
thing
Alone, abandoned recluse
scenes
for none doth vis' nor
give them ring
rejected friends, fam'ly
and foe
for them tis best to be
alone
But how says we did this
fate come
these mis'ry ones who cast
so glum
with memories haunting
present dreams
forgotten loves and
shielded schemes
Their family past unknown
today
unkempt to guard love's
shielded way
refuge with beasts who
comfort souls
curmudgeon ones been
brought so low
Their guarded heart from
prev'ous pain
doth have no room for this
mundane
who shield in 'nane
activity
love's risk for them tis
never free
So rush the time that
sorrow flees
by ticking clock the
present scene
as time watched by doth
slowly go
Till Christmas pass it's
time of woe
Perhaps through verse,
poetic phrase
as star shone bright on
manger scene
abandoned ones on
Christmas day
the Savior's love extends
thy way
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