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Each December

there are rules that some men hold to

in an image they would mold you

of a God that they can't trace

havin' never seen his face

ya can find a God t' die fer

an' there's a lotta dreams t' try fer

but the fear that ya can't shake

is the chain ya hafta break

it's only love that leads ya

t' the secret heart that needs ya

in all the hungry places

in starvin' children's faces

a livin' God is dyin' by yer hand

 

toward the end of each December

there's a birthday some remember

of a man they never knew

that they say is God's son too

but they buy no gifts t' please him

'cause no one ever sees him

an' it makes no sense t' share

with someone made of air

love can only lead to

another love to need you

hauntin' hungry places

in starvin' children's faces

a livin' God is reachin' fer yer hand