The Day After Christmas

The presents are gone
But we didn’t speak of Jesus
The Word became flesh
And I think we forgot.

The number of dead
That weigh on my soul
None of them have come
None of them died and rose.

But heavy my heart
With grief and pain
Forgive me my blindness
That keeps me from joy.

“Good tidings,” they said
Listen my heart
Despite the decades of pain
Please be still and believe.

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