Born, is the acclaimed king,
The famous one who's come to save the little child,
Who's to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders,
His birth, a joy to remember,
His coming, a time to look forward to,
Filled with glee for the love it will bring,
A love so pure, that it knows no bound,
Though they took fuel,
And left some in abject poverty,
Some rendered homeless,
And something with nothing to eat,
And no hope for what the future holds,
Yet, it's a time that brings us hope,
That one day and at some point
The joy of Christians shall come.
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