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Covid Christmas?



Christmas has, of late, been changed

From celebrating Christ

To now, a massive spending spree,

A  frightful, sacred heist.


A time when HE, who came to earth,

The Christ, born as a child,

The Son of God, yet son of man,

To save a world, gone wild.


He’s now been pushed and shoved aside,

It’s all about the presents,

With often not a mention giv’n,

 For God, there is no presence.


These past long months, we’ve seen a change,

Restrictions, we have faced,

The limitations to unite

And vast constraints, been placed


Now NOTHING is beyond His power

He can, to good, change ‘ill’,

The universe, in just six days

Was ‘spoken’ at His will.


He CAN, and HAS, turned loss to gain

And hence to HIM, bring praise,

To show us He’s STILL in control,

Ev’n in these fear filled days.


So even as we celebrate

This Christmas, like none other,

Help us to change, considering

Each other, like a brother.


Let us not permit fear t’abound

And cower, weak and small,

But stand upright, proclaim His might,

Then give to Him, our all.


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