I BEG FOR HELP,
YET YOU TURN ME AWAY
AS IF I WAS SOME KIND OF PARIAH.
IT'S JUST ME,
PLAIN OLD SHERRIE,
IN TEARS,
PAIN,
FEARFUL,
AGGRAVATED,
FEELING A LITTLE ASSAULTED.
WHY WON'T YOU HELP?
HAVE I GIVEN YOU REASON?
TISN'T THIS THE VERY SEASON
TO BE MORE GRACIOUS
AS WE CELEBRATE THE BIRTH
OF OUR PRECIOUS JESUS?
I KNOW HE WASN'T REALLY BORN
IN THE WINTER,
BUT MORE PROBABLY THE SPRING.
BUT WHO CAN KNOW SUCH THINGS FOR SURE
BESIDES THE ONE WHO GAVE BIRTH TO OUR SAVIOR?
SO WE MIGHT AS WELL
JOIN WITH THE REST OF THIS WORLD
AND CELEBRATE OUR KING,
BEGINNING WITH FORGIVENESS
FOR THOSE WHO DON'T WANT TO HELP
THE SICK AND NEEDY
ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO NEED IT MOST.
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