'So This Is The Meaning Of Christmas? ' Poem by Linda Winchell

Saddened by what I veiwed
not able to write now, a word unto you.
To express the pain I felt within
when I was a witness, of anothers sin.

While shopping at the store today
I heard the cries, a victim preyed!
Stollen of a purse, of which she clung
pushed to the ground, as her assailant run.

My heart not in fear, but that of discuss
'Why my Lord, ' was that such a must?
To feed their young? Or drugs, must have?
I felt the worlds sins, and I still feel so sad.

Has life pushed us, to things like this?
That we could all fall victims
to anothers wish, hit list?

Taking away, the true meaning of the season
crushing anothers Holiday Spirit
what was really the reason?

I know I will find, my Christmas Joy once again
but the sight of that sin, will haunt me within.
I'll pray for the world, and the sinner's I see
and thank my God up above, for it could have been me.