Midst cobbled stones a Christmas night
Soft candles lit and blazing bright
Alone she sits with cups of grace
Her smile redeemed yet out of place
Stares she shares; a slaughtered lamb
A sign she holds thus read...''I am''
Snow, like diamonds, on frosted trees
Remorse freefall like salted leaves
''Noel,'' afar, sweet voices hear
As silhouettes through clouds appear
Yet, frail she stands clothed in rags
Homeless pride; her life in bags
''Rejoice, rejoice'' thus pierce the hue
Her fingers clasped as life seeps through
Again her voice the words proclaim
A bow of head in Jesus' name
And on cold ground she begs release
It's then I prayed; ''God, help her please''
For day by day we pass her by
Alone she begs, too proud to cry
In churchyards weep midst headless stone
Wild daffodils so long since grown
And whosoever shuns the light
Let doubt be mine should wrong be right
Her calloused hand I grasp with ease
As grateful eyes my soul appease
And with a shout it all began
''Emmanuel!'' from every man
Child they say in swaddling clothes
From whence he came, God only knows
A choir thus sing upon this place
Of every man, from every race
Bright ribbons, red, through fingers play
As eyes grow moist a Christmas Day
Oh, hark the wings from up above
Around her warmth and only love
A starry night tonight doth yield
And wise are three from far afield
And from this day, I lend my hand
A new found friend for whom I stand
''Rejoice, rejoice! the holy lamb''
Her eyes greet mine, with words...''I am''
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Christmas brings joy in a special way
Yet life should not be just for a day
The good in heart shall heed the call
For rich or poor, no flowered wall
As written, who writes, his words must face
A helping hand bears no disgrace
