Merry
Merry
The season to be happy is here,
and we are meant to cheer,
and buy and buy and buy.
Yet that does not satisfy the soul,
no matter how old we are,
or how young.
The truth is walking among us,
shining the light into the dark,
and waking up all those that are asleep.
Yawn, stretch,
and know that the world is real,
and the T.V. is not in control.
The sheep walk in circles,
the wolf is confused,
and the angels are drawing near,
but do not fear.
The Sheppard is calling,
and the world is falling... away.
The deserts are flooding,
the camels are swimming...
and the Euphrates has all but dried up,
The cells of the fallen,
are now clear for the year ahead.
Buy oil for your lamps,
and keep them lit, and
let them be bright
for the night is cold,
and the Christians must be bold...
to show their faith.
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