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Homeless

Peace on earth, mercy
Mild… give… to help feed, a
Homeless, hungry child

Snow so soft, winter’s
Just great! Unless one’s home is…
In a cardboard crate

Christmas…a place in
The heart…where many poor souls
Live too far apart

No coats…gloves or heat
No bed…Not enough to eat.
That’s Life on the street

Offer a hand up
To one who’s down, help to
Fill an empty cup

Tomorrow get up
and about… and help someone
Who is down and out

poem by David Whalen
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Snow

It falls out of the sky
and covers the ground
turning everything White.
Children love the snow
throwing snowballs at each other
and building snowmen.
But older people don't like it much
glad when it's gone they often say
staying indoors in the warm.
Christmas cards have snow scenes
Yuletide and snow go together
even though it rarely snows at Christmas.
Snow represents Winter time
and coats, hats, scarves, and gloves,
hot drinks and rosy cheeks.
Snow to some is just like Marmite
you either love it or hate it
personally I like them both!

poem by Kevin Halls
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God's Christmas Tree

The traveler told me,
That He had walked far.
And He knew,
He had not much father to go,

Than He asked me,

Did I see the Christmas tree,

With a bright star,
covered in blankets of snow,

Fighting for life,
against nature and man's war.
Needing to find peace for the soul,

Touched by a angel's tear.
Standing alone out in the cold.

Once there was a little Christmas tree,
Adorned with a heavenly star,
Covered with soft blankets of snow,
every year,
The little tree would grow.

Sometime someone would come along.
Leaving footprints in the falling snow,
When they are far from home,
Somewhere out in the cold.

They could see the star on the tree,
Covered with soft blankets of snow.
The little Christmas tree seems to glow.
Decorated By God's hand.
A gift for every man.
A soft light,
in the dark night,
Offering peace for the soul.

See God's Christmas tree,
Adorned with a heavenly star,
A reminder of love,
A star from above,
For the world to see.
God's Christmas tree.

He didn't choose the tallest.
tree in the forest.
He saw that little tree stand alone.
A place where the soul can rest,
While the traveler walks home.
Did you see?
God's Christmas tree.

poem by Judy Arline Puckett
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White or Right

May all your Christmases be white, why not look at Christmas right?
I ask, will a freshly fallen snow, lead men to what they should know?
About Christmas season every year, through the songs that we hear.
The many songs men love to hear, as the Christmas day draws near.

There’s an emptiness about us, through the songs of Christmas rush,
Walking in a winter wonderland, how much Truth do they understand?
As they joy ride in an open sleigh, will they find Truth along their way?
Truth of why The Savior came, and why this season bears His Name.

There seems to be emptiness within, avoiding God, who came for sin,
Christ born in Bethlehem, in a stall, to become sin’s sacrifice for us all.
Men replace Truth with Santa Claus, making much to do as snow falls.
And since they have no place to go, it’s God’s Truth they need to know.

Why continue on with Satan’s lie, about those reindeer that need to fly,
To deliver to all those girls and boys, Santa’s sleigh full of empty toys.
Saying that they’re all God’s children, ignoring that we’re all born in sin,
In need of the Savior, Jesus Christ, born on Christmas to give them life.

Friend in this world filled with wrong, why fill all the air with empty song?
At this precious Christmas Season, we need to fill their air with reason,
Leading many people to their need, away from empty songs and creed,
To the Creator and Sustainer of life, The Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

poem by Bob Gotti
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So Many Poor Souls And Not Many Who Care

So many poor souls and not many who care
Are doing it quite tough in the big World out there
The homeless and hungry teenagers of poverty street
Are searching in rubbish bins for something to eat

The gap is increasing in the social divide
And millions are Stateless and Homeless and hungry World wide
The victims of droughts and wars and disease
In the refugee camps millions of refugees.

The marginalized are doing it quite tough
On poverty street they are sleeping rough
People should not have to go hungry in the World of today
But such is not the case that does seem sad to say

For one wealthy person thousands in poverty
Those who need far more than words of sympathy
People who look old before they reach their life's prime
To be born to poor parents is their only crime.

poem by Francis Duggan
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A Word For The Broken Hearted?

who stopped spoke to the broken hearted
gave them their scarf gloves coat in cold
inhospitable weather homeless starve in?

a minute or two of time brief fails
to warm cold flesh already shivering
'bless you' in name of Christ fails

to feed empty growling homeless bellies
and when Jesus asks when you fed
his poor will you tell stories ten thousand

plate dinner you ego shared with Obama
could have feed a few thousand homeless
instead feeding capitalist exploitation egos?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Aspenglow

This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the take me to tomorrow album, and has also been released on the the rocky mountain collection and the country roads collection albums
Ther version appears on the rocky mountain christmas album.
See the sunlight through the pine
Taste the warm of winter wine
Dream of softly falling snow
Winter snow aspenglow
As the winter days unfold
Hearts grow warmer with the cold
Peace of mind is all you know
Winter snow aspenglow
Aspen is a life to live
See how much there is to give
See how strongly you believe
See how much you may receive
Smiling faces all around
Laughter is the only sound
Memories that cant grow old
Winter snow aspenglow
Aspen is a life to live
See how much there is to give
See how strongly you believe
See how much you may receive
See the sunlight through the pine
Taste the warm of winter wine
Dream of softly falling snow
Winter snow aspenglow
Words and music by john denver

song performed by by John Denver
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Enough Money Spent On Wars

What agony; accumulative emotive costs;
feed needle; soul destroying drug addictions?

What monstrous greed
cloaked in racial hatred;
fed with religious hatred
feeds covert wars justified?

When will we; with humanity feed;
with compassion; brothers sisters imprisoned;
in race conflict; poverty dying discarded;
in ignored horrors; extant third world?

Ban every earth war feed our poor
not capitalist corporate baron robbers;
glutted on global sly sweat shop wages
slum lord rents death reaped war profits?

Misery is waste residue of souls
which seek self pleasure materialism;
instead of gift of giving to others
oiled crimes greases palms capitalism.

It is still universally eternally true
it is better to give than to receive;
to sow sacred love not bile hatred
sow prosperity not starvation greed.

Enough money to buy drugs
to support epidemic addictions;
who will feed our suffering world?

Enough money spent on wars
to house all our earth's homeless;
who will house humanities homeless?

Who will feed the poor?
Ban every war feed the poor.
No need to ask who will bank on feed;
crime world exploitation materialism?

Spend money spent on wars
to house all earth's homeless;
feed our poor do not feed wars.

Souls who feed world materialism
will not house human immortal souls;
while flesh rots in blown away dust
in greedy winds of war greed lust.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hymn IV: Ho! Everyone That Thirsts, Draw Nigh

Ho! every one that thirsts, draw nigh!
('Tis God invites the fallen race)
Mercy and free salvation buy;
Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace.

Come to the living waters, come!
Sinners, obey your Maker's call;
Return, ye weary wanderers, home,
And find my grace is free for all.

See from the Rock a fountain rise!
For you in healing streams it rolls;
Money ye need not bring, nor price,
Ye labouring, burdened, sin-sick souls.

Nothing ye in exchange shall give,
Leave all you have and are behind,
Frankly the gift of God receive,
Pardon and peace in Jesus find.

Why seek ye that which is not bread,
Nor can your hungry souls sustain?
On ashes, husks, and air ye feed;
Ye spend your little all in vain.

In search of empty joys below,
Ye toil with unavailing strife;
Whither, ah! whither would ye go?
I have the words of endless life.

Hearken to me with earnest care,
And freely eat substantial food,
The sweetness of my mercy share,
And taste that I alone am good.

I bid you all my goodness prove,
My promises for all are free,
Come, taste the manna of my love,
And let your souls delight in me.

Your willing ear and heart incline,
My words believingly receive;
Quickened your souls by faith divine
An everlasting life shall live.

poem by John Wesley
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Ho! Everyone That Thirsts, Draw Nigh