The lonely are lonelier,
the poor – even poorer,
the weak are slowly weaker,
the spoiled are so spoiled.
And there is a place
where you are either
outside or in. And no-
one asks you to enter.
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The sad are even sadder,
the glad somewhat gladder,
the fearful – more fearing.
The workers – hard working
and there is a place
where feet are on the rest,
food is served to the best,
And joy is an Offshore Bank account.
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Bastard! they called him,
born in squalor they said,
cuckolded his father she did,
and then he ditched them and
rebelled against their traditions,
Legalism and tyranny. Instead,
He loved the sick into health,
gave sight to the blind,
restored the dead to life,
and hatred heartened them.
——–
Captured him, killed him quick,
denied him a future. Just to stop
the rot. Tortured by lash.
Crucified, Christ on a tree,
They tried to rub him from
history but love rebounds,
restores and reconciles.
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Love gives the weak strength,
Love will feed the hungry,
Love befriends the lonely.
Love cares with the fearful,
Weeps with the tearful, and
Somewhere He is celebrated
still. His sacrificial love
flows and received heartens
and always a reason for joy.
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Nadolig Llawen, Happy Christmas, Feliz Navidad, Joyeux Noel Frohe Weihnachten, 圣诞快乐, חג מולד שמח, Gëzuar Krishtlindjet, Ikrisimusi emyoli, ハッピークリスマス, Счастливого Рождества, Καλά Χριστούγεννα
