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God Was a Baby
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Seasonal In the cold of the
First Christmas morning,
A baby cried.
He needed a hug.
He reached out to
His mother,
And she embraced him.
In the murmur of
This cold December day,
I cry out.
Little baby, in the sky,
Can you hear this
Mother cry?
I need a hug.
Please embrace me.
