Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Standard of Living

We gathered in the church to hear
the little ones sing Christmas songs,
their voices rang out sweet and clear
with innocence so very dear
like angels, here to right our wrongs.

If only we could always be
as those assembled there that night,
removed from the anxiety
that makes it hard for us to see
the purpose that is our birthright,

to raise each generation filled
with knowledge we have learned,
enabling them to truly build
a world where dreams can be fulfilled
and love is all that need be earned.

3 comments:

Donna said...

The only thing we need to teach them is that Love is freely given, you cannot earn it...
http://www.michaelkreynolds.com/?p=358
...and it makes all the difference in our lives.

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Bob,

I can sense the sound of the children singing. We have attended the same kind of carol services. It makes one wish that every day could hold the same communal goodwill.
Best Christmas Wishes Bob to you and yours,
Eileen :)

rch said...

Thanks and happy holidays!