So sorry to all the three people who read my blog- forgot to post this yesterday!
This week it’s all about perspective.
I’m just hay- hey!
What’s that small bundle wrapped in cloth
they just put in my feeding trough?
Why is it squirming and screaming and-
Ew! Is that puke??
All over me?
No wonder I can’t see!
Wish I could- I hear all this noise.
Are those shepherds singing unearthly joys?
What? Angels? Out in the fields?
Not on that billy-goat next to me’s beard!
Ugh- all this weight on me- I’m feeling kinda bale.
It’s worse than being wet and stale!
But the news they say- far too wild.
The Messiah? Here? This tiny child?
On me, in me, making me chaff?
Seems they’re all having a laugh.
Well… could it be- could it be true?
This puking babe, this tiny Jew?
The Savior is lying down in my manger?
I’ve never dreamed of anything stra-OUCH! THAT HURTS!
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that is quite the perspective!!