GENTLY, CHRISTMAS
Gently, Christmas, fall tonight On the ghettos of our lives. Let your snow cover the sooted shingles, The broken windows of our dreams, The torn shades of our despair. Manger us with the new straw Turn the old into a candle Star-shaped steady-burning That we may better see Your Christ And hear the morning shout of His New Creation. Wilma Burton
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