Baby
As gentle as a lamb,
the new babe is born.
In a town with a tax slam,
places to stay were scorn.
The Redeemer drifts to sleep,
he can't help but mourn.
With the worries for his sheep,
hoping for there to be peace.
As he starts to weep.
the new babe is born.
In a town with a tax slam,
places to stay were scorn.
The Redeemer drifts to sleep,
he can't help but mourn.
With the worries for his sheep,
hoping for there to be peace.
As he starts to weep.
This Poems Story
It was Christmas
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