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We are looking for any sign, In nearly all that we may do; Especially for the Divine, When His arrival will be due. We look in the sky for a star, As well as for maybe a cloud; We are looking both near and far, For Christ to pull us from the crowd. We search deep into our mind, And the inner depths of the heart; In seeing if we just may find, Any sign that we can impart. Because the magi from the East, That were coming from afar; And were able to say at least, On being guided by a star. A sign of peace and of the love, That God has sent His only Son; The Word incarnate from above, Giving us the Anointed One. A sign for to give peace on earth, And the good will unto all men; For Mary to be giving birth, To our Messiah back then. But today many close the door, And frankly seem no longer care; For any signs they just ignore, The love that the Father does share. Their minds hardened as they have blocked, The signs that Heaven is showing; Like birds of a feather they flocked, To places where booze is flowing. They look for the signs of pleasure, Treating Christmas as an off day; Rather than heavenly treasure, Are in contempt and disobey Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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