As a child I learned to sing, “Joy to the World”
Yet on this joyous day,
Joy seems so far away.
Is this really what I was singing for?
What does it all mean,
When the words hit the wall,
And the Sunday school answers
Leaves you reaching for more.
We go about our merry way,
Since it is a gift giving day,
Yet all we do is shop till we drop.
Is this really what You were born for?
What does it all mean,
When the symbols mean no more.
And Santa Clause was just a dream,
That’s not worth living for.
We wish for “Peace on earth and love for all “
Yet ignore the homeless on the street,
Orphans cry, children die, and nation’s bleed,
While we sit all cozy in front of our trees.
What does it all mean,
When the reality hits our world,
And the emptiness of it all,
Leaves you searching for more
We celebrate your birth this day,
Yet your presence seems so far away,
For we worship you the night before,
Just to forget about you as we walk out the door.
Cause this day has become just another day,
To spend money on each other and ignore the world’s pain.
What is left when it all is stripped away,
When the greatest gift becomes a simple game?
Can we ever get back to the childlike faith,
That made Jesus’ birth mean so much more than this?
Birthdays, far from home
15 years ago

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