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Being

I look down from heaven
Much gaiety I see,
With trees holly and miseltoe
And gifts to choose that please.
But through the buzz of spin and rush
Someone calls my name -
A young man lost and far from home?
A girl crying all alone.
I must go - be in their midst
And help them with their pain,
For that's the nature of My birth
As my Father's SON.

Cecilia Parkin.

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