• The small scared child wonders if his life will be spared

    While I sit and ponder how this Christmas will be shared

    His dark skin beaten and torn from its place

    I set out the table and ask the family to say grace

    This boy he has no clue what Christmas really is

    I’m happily enjoying what that boy is going to miss

    He’s never seen the snow with the children at play

    He’ll never see the glow of this Christmas day

    I want to be happy about this anyway

    But it’s too hard to talk when I’ve got nothing to say

    The wife glances up as a gloss fills my eye

    That African land leaving so many to cry

    I feel their pain pulsing in my heart

    This day has really lost its spark

    200,000 rebels still gun in hand

    Killing one another against God’s demand

    I want to go and help them

    But I don’t think I can

    The wife she still stares waiting for my plan

    “I’m sorry I’m out of it, I just can’t crack a smile.”

    “I know dear,” she says “This world is so vile.”

    Then we bow our heads over our delightful meal

    And hope in our hearts those poor children will be healed.