art by Erik Hollander
| TWAS
THE NIGHT JESUS CAME Written by Nina Roberta Baker Twas the night
Jesus came, In front of our
T.V. Children
talking of Santa Toys wrapped
and assembled, When out of the
sky Old-time
stories came to mind There up in the
sky, That Jesus had
come back But we, who'd
been lax In His
nail-scarred hands Through pages
of names, So desperate I
cried Doesn't it
count to weigh, "Salvation
couldn't come, I wanted and
asked you, On a cross,
long ago Sadly, oh so
sadly.... He closed the
Book Of Life, The Shepherd
had gathered, I knew there
were others, Knowing this
night, All men had now
heard, Of torture and
torment, Now gathered
together, Gathered into
that light, Then the
opening closed, Owned now by
the darkness, We are weeping
and wailing, Now having seen
it, We'd all made
our choices, And here we are
left,
Written by Nina Roberta Baker, Thanksgiving Day, 1997 |