There is no home and the night is long, the body is weak
but the mind is strong. The weathers cold and the
ground is damp. no pennies in their pockets, tummies empty
and limbs with cramp. Now who brings these people in for
Christmas to eat a meal fit for a king. To share the wamth and
comfort, and too their voice's let carols sing. To sing in Praise of
Jesus Christ our Lord, for where he was born in no more than a
stable which became his bed a board.
So many of our homeless can they be saved from the brink, just
by giving them a warm blanket and a hot drink. Fill their tummies
so the hunger goes, where they go tomorrow know one knows.
They lay their heads and fall asleep, for one night only they need
not weep.A Christmas Cracker for one night only then it's back
to the streets and a life called lonely; where their cry is without pity and cardboard has become their city.
They run from homes leaving trouble behind, not knowing
what awaits them because their eyes are blind.
sylvia spencer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-christmas-cracker-one-night-only/
