My Jesus was born to me on Christmas Day
Not on satin or Nile cotton but on hay.
A simple stable provided his home
Not a castle or gated community in Paris or Rome.
Cold …
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My Jesus was born to me on Christmas Day
Not on satin or Nile cotton but on hay.
A simple stable provided his home
Not a castle or gated community in Paris or Rome.
Cold and frigid was this night
But hearts were warm and feeling right.
Now the world is topsy-turvy
Hurled through space forever swervy,
A new world order here right now?
If not now the time, then how
Can we put it back on axis?
To pull it back from Satan's practice.
From that night so long ago
When God came to help us know
Of his love for all to feel
Not fear, isolation, and a socialist deal.
Help us Lord come back to you
To church to worship and be with people
To love one another
Let every bell and every steeple
Bring your love brother to brother.
Peggy Porter , Warwick
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Straightnnarrow
Thanks Peggy for your witness.
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