Girl with plastic wings
Picks her nose and loudly sings
As a wise man drops his myrrh upon the floor.
The
village crowd into this school performance,
Parents
smile whilst teachers start to flap,
As
dear Mary fails to say
Lines
she’s practised every day,
And
her brother shouts, to prompt her, from the back.
We
find these school nativities amusing,
The
things they do, the way they get things wrong.
Yet
what we fail to see
Is
the script for you and me
That’s
been waiting our attention for so long.
So
when your splitting sides are sore with laughter,
Recovering,
while they sing “Silent Night,”
Remember,
in the hay
Lies
the One who wrote our play,
Who
is waiting still, for us to get it right!
HPW
©
God
bless you all,
Howard Webber
Bournemouth, England
Bournemouth, England
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