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Comfort and Joy
The greatest gift with such tiny hands,
Yet blessed with eyes that see our pain,
Reaches out at this Yule Tide season,
Motioning for us to draw near.
‘I have come to save my people',
Smiling that you are special too,
‘Just let me touch your heart and soul,
Then my peace will give you sweet rest.'
Though remembered as a cradled babe,
But sent to the broken earthlings,
To heal, to comfort, to guide life's walk,
To give hope and everlasting joy.
That babe – the Ancient of Days,
Does not clamour for attention,
But continuously gives of himself,
To the humble who sit at his feat.
To my friend and encourager Dorris,
Be encouraged - God IS LOVE
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