The Beggar Cried Christmas Poem by Allan James Saywell

The beggar cried Christmas today
The songwriter wrote pretty paper
We celebrate a child born on this day
We sing all the songs
The priest says, forgive your fellow man
In the name of the lord
The beggar wont sing in the chapel
Or receive a blessing that day
Is he a lesser man in the eyes of the lord
I feel like a beggar come Christmas day
I don, t sing with the sheep
I don, t pray with the lambs
I wait for a phone call that never comes
The forgiveness that was promised by the lord
The spirit of Christmas, still live in my soul
Like the beggar of the street
My star still shines in the eyes of the lord