You don’t see

Grandad’s Uncle who lost a hand and became a tramp [That’s what this government want the unemployed to do]

I I lost my hand in an accident
Down in et old coal mine.
And now I can’t afford too eat.
They treat us poor like swine.

I wander round et roads and streets
Where us childer used to play.
And as I walk ahm wonderin’
Where I’ll get fed t’day.

Yet I know there’s magic for I saw
Ten thousand angels filled with joy
Their voices ,soft like molten gold,
Just as et Bible had foretold.

I saw three Shepherds cross our street
Though us folk have no flocks of sheep
.I saw three Magi comin’ here
They were stood right over theer

.One had gold and one had myrrh,
Frankincense the third King bore
.As I’ve no job to tie me down
I followed ’em to Bethlehem town.


And in a manger lay the Christ,
As round the world,the rich men diced
Mary touched my wounded soul.
Jesus’ life has made me whole


You see a tramp beg in your Malls,
You don’t see Jesus Christ at all
Yet I, a tramp,a worthless man,
Have seen the heart of BethlehemI

A grain of sand, a word

I was feeling kinda lonesome so I put the radio on
I guarantee it will light up and it will show Welcome
Yet even when I had it on, it did not fill my needs
I still have in my own heart a wound that freely bleeds

I heard the sparrows chirping, a wren flew near my house
I bet that they were going home to nestlings and a spouse
They have no central heating, they never have to shop
They do not have induction hobs,their children don’t drink pop

The maple tree, the holly, the sycamore, stand tall
They have not got a Nobel Prize,vocations nor a Call
Can my trees communicate, can they have a chat?
They never go on holiday nor wear a straw sun hat

Yet here I sit alone yet calm, listening for his knock
How did Anne Boleyn cope, her head on that old block
If Henry thought God was displeased for he took his brother’s wife
Why would he think that God approved when he took a woman’s life?

It must be bloody agony for people on Death Row
Yet here I sat and got annoyed, the pandemic was a blow
We do have our computers, our TV and our drinks
Should good people suffer ,we feel we are exempt

My arms rise up and open wide, to love this whole wild world
I am just a particle, a grain of sand , a word