Laying out
the body
and
them
they have released
polite glances
promising touches
and words for lean against
neither polyvinyl chloride windows
couldn't prevent
stupidity
from entrance
you are forcing your exhausted tears
on
kneeling over the cheeks
screenplays remain consistent
only the pawns alternate
it is noon...
... even Satan needs God to survive
I have no gold, frankincense or myrrh
To offer the King of Kings
He has no use for the treasures that were
No need for material things
So what if the Savior was born today?
What gift are you willing to give?
The One who would take your sins away
For the chance that you might live
Would you speak of Him in a public place
Or turn your head in shame?
Would you tell the world of His Mercy and Grace
Or be sorry that He came?
What gift would you bring the Redeemer of sins
To let Him know His worth?
The One who was before time begins
The Keeper of the earth
He came to bring us Christmas Day
Leaving His Throne above
And the only gift that He asks today
Is our undying love
frankincense and mirth...
Savior’s immaculate birth
paid for sins on Earth