But in our world
so much is wrong -
we do not hear
the joyful song.
It seems an insult
to our woe,
a sentimental
tawdry song,
irrelevant
to human strife,
a waste of time
in human life.
But then we see
a wooden cross,
a good man
and his final loss.
Human arrogance
and greed,
no thought or care
for human need,
had placed him there
in deepest pain -
he died our death,
our life to gain.
At Christmas time
the carolers sing,
"Glad tidings
of comfort and joy".
He knows the depths
of human pain -
he died our death,
our life to gain!