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birth, child, children's day, cold, Jesus, love, loves, midwives, misunderstanding
A thousand cries heralded his arrival
Cries…not his
The world seemed to know of him before he did
The Egyptian midwives were slow in arriving
The journey was swift
Labour?
We know not of what you speak
We rest
They misunderstand
Outcry
Outrage
They should have reasoned better
What kind of visionary kills his brain child?
But I understand their misunderstanding
Even though I can’t stand it
I’m standing
For the truth
It’s a cold world
But love makes her heart burn
She loved him
Even before she saw him
Then she saw him
And called him
“Jesus loves me”