complex simplicity

it all started in a manger
in a cold middle eastern morn
wreathed by a blanket of danger
the fear that a king will be born

swords were sharpened that night
as Herod orders death to all the young
soldiers reluctantly took flight
as childrens lives in a balance, hung

amid the chaos that surrounded
and the dark of night that encompassed
all the suspicions were unfounded
when the King was born in contrast

a christmas story told in a different light
not of gifts nor a red clad jolly fat being
but of a child being born to save us from blight
the one who one day will be THE KING

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