It’s Christmas time, a good sign, but today, not all is fine
We look to Heaven
But drought rages on, fire and storm become the norm.
It’s Christmas time, the bells they chime, we all drink wine
But there are homeless
Those who hope less
At this time of spending, over-extending, feasting, over-heating.
It’s Christmas time, with all the shine, mine mine mine
What does it mean?
What do we glean from all this preen?
Perhaps we have forgotten…
A babe was born, amidst the hay, on Christmas day, as God did say
But three wise men were in the know; that from this show, peace would grow
“Hark the Herald Angels”, they sing, with their bling, ring a ding ding
The cattle low
Baby wakes although…
He doesn’t cry, ‘cause he’s the guy: All the evil he’ll nullify
The star is shone, peace is ON, the tiny babe takes the baton
For our misdemeanours
He’s the intervener
The dude of peace, will make the Armegeddon cease, and us release
He brings the hope, no anecdote, take note, of his big old quote
We must remember
To love one another, brother, mother, other; with it smother
Be that babe who shines the light, bold and bright, on what’s right
Spread the kind
It’s Christmas time, be thine divine, and let that love shine.