As Wea As Candlelight

In a stable with no heat or light Who will celebrate the birth of God When we each deny our rage and spite Psychosis swallows up the dark of night The star that shepherds saw has filled with blood Above a stable with no heat or light We live with fear, we know who has the might Can our minds contain both bad and good When we each deny our rage and spite? We fail to know how others suffer fright That they are persons too , not understood Christ came down as weak as candle light We are each a world, there is no fate I see the tears run down the face of God When we each engage our rage and spite Shall we lose in darkness or in flood? Asked a man bereft of his true love In a stable with no heat or light Love is born, is frozen, is denied