I hear a cry in the valley
Deep down in the alley
She wanderd the street dressed in sorrows
Her white robes pierced with arrows.
I can't stop but wonder why her thoughts were narrow
Weeping and gnashing says the psalmists
Thats all she could remember
Then here comes the redemer
In order not to mingle with the past
He wiped out her fears with a cast
This cast was found in a manger
That she may live above danger
Grown up in a family of peasants
He renderd his selfless assistance
Stripped and beaten for your guidance
Paid in full was his last utterance
By Jane Anyaehie
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