The Devil Cries at Christmas
As heavens tears, fall from golden skies, I cry.
As mourning sins arise, with surprise I laugh and sigh.
The devil weeps, the chimneys steep, my love here dwells inside.
The heart with opened doors, with no demise, finds love.
The song Atop a hundred doves brings sleep and dreams.
With high esteem, and silver bells that ring.
Or frost, lost within a grass once green.
And trees so bright in day and night finds gifts for those between.
A hundred songs here, fills mine ear with cheer, on Christ I lean.
The Christmas wish, so tall and true, eternal gift the year is new.
Merry year, in good we steer, my life and heart now healed all through.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Powerful.
Personally I wonder if he is crying from laughing.
So the daughter of Zion is left as a booth in a vineyard, as a hut in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.
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