Poetry

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TO US

A child is born.
So what ?
In every land
Each day
For good or ill,
Long life or short,
A child is born.

A child is born.
To some,
An extra mouth
To feed.
Unwelcomed
In the famished land
A child is born.

A child is born.
To some,
Applauded heir
To power or fame
The world’s admiring gaze,
A child is born.

A Child is born.
To us.
To live and die
For us,
And live again.
A Child is born
To us.
To me.

John Puckett

"For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace." Isaiah 9:6. NIV

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