and the Genocide against Palastinians continue, churches that existed for 1000's of years bombed and destroyed by Zionists
A road often traveled migrants and the meek against all odds serenity, peace the quiet longing of the villagers the blessing every family sought Those who feared his voice struck at Jesus and his teachings they may have crucified his body not the teachings of love wisdom and esteem a Palestinian Jew himself in the heavens he weeps to this day the Zionists have not stopped not stopped at all their evil ways their hardness of heart endures The son of the universe of humanity, divine presence an outstretched hand for all he has spoken two thousand years before Kings and Zionists still deaf this Christmas time of peace and love I whisper softly In the voice of Jesus as white doves circle above the manger of birth he whispers compassion, he breathes kindness and Bethlehem is born again.
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