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Where's the Line?

It began outside a stable Town of Bethlehem 2000 years ago Shepherds left their fileds in awe To find Jesus in wooden manger Two lines to choose back then One compulsory, one was not Caesar's census; revenue and crowd control Other line was quiet; sanctified, seeking Christ Child Wise men far away, figured, joined the queue Followed the star, joined the queue On sand and snow or bitumen black Trekking fields, forests thick or cities tall Across the earth, people know Where to find the queue Not online; Get up and go Christmas Eve or Christmas Day Local churches, chapels small Country barns, church cafes Line up outside the doors Worship Jesus
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Dec 19, 2011
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