What would life mean if you were stricken by poverty?
What would it be to have no possession except the love you share with those who needed it?
What pain would be greater than to see your loved ones sick?
What life would you have if not for the understanding of suffering?
Christmas meant so much to a little child with nothing on a lonely street..
To the king or the tycoon it meant another wasted day or week...
Wasted in drink and food, wasted in hate and abuse..
To such dichotomy of views lies the mystery of the cross!
If i could wish for you id wish you love....
When your eyes are hollow in pain...
I wish you a merry christmas;
No fear no hate no stain...
To know the stillness of bethlehem when He was born...
To see Christ in every human song..
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