merry christmas

And He came
The Ruler of all
Healing the lame
Born in a stall
His mighty hand
And justice rod
Were laid aside
On earth He trod
Ones none loved
Even the poorest would not touch
He poured out Himself
And weeped with those such
How can it be
That He had came
To do what we
Won't do the same?

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