Some celebrate the season with their loved —
Ones, Some celebrate with their dogs and cats.
Others seek solace in a church and they pray and they —
Sing, of a child born Christmas Day and they,
Remember that child died on a cross when–
He became a man and preached to the poor.
He healed the blind and the lame and he even,
Let Pharisees accuse Him of crimes he never,
Committed because he knew there was more,
Meaning in his death; as there was such joy,
At his birth. Where wisemen followed a star,
And Angels sang his glory, while his Young,
Mother Mary, treasured everything in,
Her heart and rejoiced that her baby would,
Save the human race and defeat death and,
The devil, so that we can all go to heaven.
And be free and eternal, finally perfect,
And praise God for that little baby forever.
But some don’t know that story, some only–
Know they have nothing to eat and that they,
Are spiritually weak because they can’t think,
Much beyond each day because they cannot,
See the light in the tunnel, they are suffering.
And thinking to far in advance would make,
Their eyes tear up with sorrows and they can’t,
Be weak if they are to survive the pain.
Some people are alone having lost their loved,
Ones, or they are living far away while,
Their family lives somewhere else and I hurt,
For the people who can’t celebrate with–
Utmost Joy, the birth of a Saviour and have,
The blessing of their family to support them.
It is Christmas time and as much as we,
Are all together, some people are close,
To falling apart because they cannot,
Be happy at Christmas, they have lost their,
Holiday cheer because bad things happen,
At Christmas too and it’s hard to be full–
Of joy, when you are hurting more then is,
Obvious to other people even;
Though you wish you could be a person,
With only thoughts of laughter and cheer.
Music Video: Hallelujah – Jeff Buckley
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