I won't be home for Christmas this year, or New Year's either
There isn't any room for me
This black sheep has no enclosure
Free to graze where my heart desires
Free to roam till my hooves tire
Like the oak tree, my mother's love was sent awry by the winds of ignorance
Its funny how I can relate to the Christ child, no room for Him as well
A manger for His throne
A shelter for animals as His home
Maybe I can lay beside Him
Maybe for him I can sing
Sing a song of praise and thanksgiving
Thank you God for a love like a pine tree, everlasting through the warmest of summers and persistent through coldest of winters
This black sheep has no enclosure but funny thing, I feel surrounded by His love
1 comment:
This is beautiful despite the pain I know you feel. Merry Christmas! Lots of love, Trista.
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