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