He came, he saw and then he wept.
Jesus bowed his head and then he left.
The sadness struck deep, he’d given his all.
No one ever saw him; they were shopping at the mall.
He is the star of the show, but not in the parade.
Christmas is a farce; an expensive charade.
The birth of the savior was a savior ignored.
Just like the homeless, Jesus is abhorred.
Think not of others, keep doing what you do.
Go to your church and fill up the pew.
God loved the world and he sent his own son,
so that you can go out and purchase a gun?
Shoot your way to heaven, is that your aim?
If you find yourself in hell, who will you blame?
You love God, but you hate a homeless man?
Better do some thinking ‘cause you need another plan.
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland