'' The Word Of Our Lord '' Poem by Bri Mar

It's that time of year,
Where we overspend,
Then shed a tear,
Will this debt ever end?

Buying things we don't need,
Just to please others,
It's big business we feed,
True Christmas it smothers.

Ensuring mental wealth,
Gives you a head start,
It encourages good health,
Goodness comes from the heart.

Use this special time,
To forgive and forget,
Get rid of past grime,
Don't live with regret.

Show those you love,
What they mean to you,
They're a gift from above,
You know that is true.

With family and friends,
Sitting round the table,
Where joy never ends,
That is the real fable.

The birth of our saviour,
Is the true celebration,
On our best behaviour,
A world filled with elation.

All living as one,
To the saviours accord,
Where we no longer shun,


‘' The Word Of Our Lord ‘'