Why Christmas?

The Son of God gas come,

The shouts from Heaven cried

A life ahead to tell

Of His Fathers love and Kingdom to come.

A little baby born of flesh,

Born so humble in a barn

As He grew into a man

He lived for the poor, the lonely and the hurt.

Through His life He suffered

As God’s works He carried out

In the ultimate sacrifice

He gave His life for the world.

Today, are we any better off?

Christmas and Easter we celebrate

The true reason forgotten

As hurting, loneliness and suffering still go on.

August, 1989, Camp Tecumseh, NJ, USA.

-Richard