A Mistletoe of Thorns
Beneath their sharp and jagged edge
Beneath Him, man still tends to hedge
That separates The Truth which rose
With crown of thorns, not mistletoe
His kiss of love would be wiped off
The cheek of man who thinks less of
He who said come follow me
He who gave His all for thee
His birth would come to change our ways
Yes second chance to all who stray
Back then as it is still today
On knees the Son of GOD still prays
Joy to the world He left behind
Yet toy we do, still walking blind
To works instilled, to help believe
That without Him we live deceived
This mistletoe beneath where stands
A heart at loss in great demand
Will know the CHRIST the one true gift
Mistletoe of life, Thorn of The Christmas
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