9 February 2013
In the interest of harmony, here's an #acorn from my days of searching:
Two thousand years ago, When history was new. Where palm trees grow, And many debts were due. On a cot made of hay, In a stable far from harm, A new born boy lay, Full of peace and full of charm.
His mother held him close, While wise men gathered round. In their infant host, A saviour they had found. His love was in the air, His future they couldn't guess. The baby that lay there, Would be the one to bless.
The innocence of a child, Will never be what's lost Born both pure and mild, Before sin has a cost One day a child will cry, A world will again rejoice The star will light the sky, When he finds his voice.
When A Child Cries • Opuss № I