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Alan thinks I'm a little wierd for saying this but all day there has been a poem inside me. I don't know if it's just one of the ways I process things (through writting poetry) but all day I've felt like I needed to work it out. I didn't really have time, then around 2:30 this morning Chloe woke up and after checking my email and the news and facebook this just kinda came out of me so I thought I would post it in case it is something someone needed to hear.

It's late at night, my family sleeps
Darkness and despair it creeps
My screen reports of grief and pain
Of loved ones lost, and names defamed

The evil of the world I feel,
My heart is sick, inside I reel
How do I cope, what can I do
little me, alone and blue

I gaze upon our Christmas tree
A symbol of Gods love for me
I ponder on the gifts He gace
His begotton Son to save

Who lived his life to show the way
That I should live from day to day
Who tought and preached of love unfained
When knowing all, his peace remained.

He knew of wars, of sin, and grief
Of violence, and pain without relief
He knew the hurt of all past time
And of the world that would be mine

The gift he gave the news he spred
The cause for which he died and bled
Was that of hope, and peace and light
Of comfort I could feel this night

And as I pondered his gifts to me
I wonder "what did I give thee?"
What can I give thee in return
For mercy I could never earn

And while I know my gift is tough
I seek to say "it is enough"
My gift to thee, I seek to give
Is to show thee in the way I live

That the price you paid was not to low
To cover all the pain I know
And every time my soul feel pain
That I understand no debt remains

You've covered all you've paid the bill
By submitting to his Godly will
And this Christmas season though it be tough
I say to thee "it was and is enough"