Holidays

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We value each piece of silver we earn
We treasure each dollar and dime
We strive and we reach and long for our turn
As up the gold ladder we climb

There’s nothing more precious to us than our goal
Nothing worth mention or note
Too busy with life to care for our soul
We walk by the lamb for the goat

Like Bethlehem on that remarkable night
When God sent His Son as a gift
To chase off the darkness and give the world light
To set all our worries adrift

How many walked by that stable of love
How many ignored the bright star
How many considered that prize from above
Or the strangers who’d come from afar

It wasn’t a palace – it wasn’t a king
At least not the one they expected
No trumpets were blown – not one bell did ring
So God’s greatest gift was neglected

Too busy chasing the dreams of our making
Like those of those streets and those inns
Reaching for wealth – true gold is forsaken
The cure for all of man’s sins

Two thousand years have passed since that night
And still blinded are we by this flaw
We long for the big and the bold and the bright
And walk by the Babe in the straw

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