Born In A Manger

R Randy McClave Randy McClave
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A baby was born in a manger His life was then put in great danger, But, it was not because of a Pharisee But, because of a harsh President's decree. The child's parents came to this great land In love and peace they wanted to make a stand, But, now this country would not help the poor or the needy Now, they would help only the mighty, the rich and the greedy. So, the child that was born on this Christmas Day His parents were quickly and violently taken away, And instead of bringing him Frankincense, Myrrh and Gold They brought him evil, hate and a cage to hold. The child shivered and was alone in his captivity Iron bars, concrete and guards with guns was his nativity, And if you could listen to the song of a protesters hymn The citizens of that land was chanting, "DEPORT HIM"! This child would now forever have a cross to bare Just because he wasn't born here, but over there, And one day that child would wear a crown of thorns From racism, bigotry and other immigrant induced lies and scorns. Sadly and deliberately people forgot where their fathers came from As angels always remember, as their harps they do strum, Just because a person is born poor, needy or is an Immigrant Doesn't mean that they're evil or thought to God as unimportant. The people now wanted the child to be deported His status as a citizen was not praised, or even supported, One day though this child might die for all man's sin Even the ones who wanted him expatriated, and caged in. Randy L. McClave

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