The Risk of Birth
By Madeleine L'Enlge
This is no time for a child to be born,
With the earth betrayed by war & hate
And a nova lighting the sky to warn
That time runs out & the sun burns late.
That was no time for a child to be born,
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome;
Honor & truth were trampled by scorn -
Yet here did the Savior make his home.
When is the time for love to be born?
The inn is full on the planet earth,And by greed & pride the sky is torn -
Yet love still takes the risk of birth.
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