Distance

The time approaches,Advent is nigh That innocent child, sent from on high, Will to our sinful earth descend And for our sad sins meet his end Out of the death of crucified Christ Has for us our redemption sufficed Had not that man ever been born We would not of our sins be shorn. Since then our world has grown Tired of the road He has us shown Now we live adrift and rudderless Pain abounding, lives in a mess That time approaches ,Easter soon nigh When chocolate eggs we will all buy